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1.GHOSTED AND ANXIOUS
Leigh's POV
There are a lot of things I could be doing, but instead I'm here; for the past hour I've been mindlessly scrolling through my social media, frequently bitting on my bottom lip while I anxiously wait for a reply from him.
I hated that I couldn't tell if he had opened my message or not. It was not like him to just leave me on read for two days. Anxiety was killing me. What if I pushed it a bit too far a bit too soon? What if he's going to think I'm way too wayward or too into it and way beyond his emotional capacity?
My waywardness he did not seem to mind when we were exchanging certain texts and.... Pictures...
Gosh, just thinking me about it makes me feel like I'm going to puke. My stomach is in knots and I can't concentrate on anything else.
"Maybe he just wants to keep things online but he is still interested in me..." I try to reason with myself. Most men on these platforms preferred to keep things as un- complicated as possible, right?
But if it were that simple he should have just said it by now, " hey Bella, I do not want to meet in person, online is just enough for me." But he hasn't said anything. This is the longest time in the six weeks we've been talking that he has not replied to me within minutes.
I worry he is going to block me and I'll never find him again.
The thought of it nearly brings tears to my eyes. After all my hard work, after all that I've done... After I had just found him! I twirled my finger over my phone screen, undecided on whether or not I should text him and tell him I was just joking, that we don't need to meet in person.
I really, really,, really wanted to meet him in person, to see him, not just an image of him, to hear his voice... But not at the risk of losing contact with him for another decade or forever..
"Stop staring at that thing." Renee, my housemate and best friend nudged me on the arm playfully, bringing me back to "earth."
"I'm guessing he still hasn't answered, huh?" she peeked into my phone and I quickly flipped it to its back. She can't see those messages. "Don't worry so much, Leigh, maybe he is just busy. He is going to text you, you don't need to keep looking at your phone the whole time."
I nodded my head and gave out a tired sigh, "Okay.. Maybe I-"
Renee cut me off before I could complete my discernibly depressing sentence. "No, I already know what you're going to say. This entire situation itself is unique, a little strange, but it's like fate had it in your plan, I mean how many people meet their father on a dating app?! It's crazy, I still can't believe it. And he's accepted you as his daughter despite not knowing about you and never ever meeting you before. Come on, the man texts you night and day! I bet you the first thing he does when he wakes up is text you, so he's not going to suddenly ghost you, trust me Leigh. I'm sure your poor pops is just as nervous about meeting you."
I faked a smile as she exchanged me one.." Yeah.... You're right... You know me, I'm just an over- thinker."
I digested what she said.
Accepted me as his daughter. Huh! I wish! I had lied.
My father does not know that the woman he matched with is his daughter. I have been meaning to tell him, but I just don't have the guts to. And I want to do it at the right moment, to say it to him in person. That's why I need this date to happen.
* For now this is just a prompt, please tell me what you think, do you like it? Think it could be a full story? "
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