Scarlet ♠️
He texted me on a Thursday.
I had spent Wednesday not replying to his message from Tuesday night, which I had decided on Wednesday morning was the correct and adult decision. I had also spent the whole night thinking whether to not delete the message, which I had decided on Wednesday afternoon was simply an oversight and not any kind of decision at all.
By Wednesday evening the message had been read eleven times, which I was good at keeping record counting, and I had told Clara I was fine three times in one phone call, which she had noted with the specific silence of a woman filing information for later use.
Thursday morning his message came again while I was making coffee.
“Dinner tonight. I want to talk properly. Somewhere we can actually speak.”
I read it standing at th
