Calista
My phone buzzed but I stayed away from it to another corner of the room. The vibration seemed to fill the entire room, a constant reminder that someone was trying to reach me. My room was too small to ignore my phone's vibration, which gravitated me towards it. I looked at the old table clock, I knew who was texting me at this hour. I was acting childish by ignoring his texts but I couldn't bring myself to text him after today.
I shouldn't feel this way, he was free to date or hang out with whoever he wanted. We weren’t anything more than virtual friends. But how should I make my heart understand that he wasn’t mine to claim? He was a free bird who was loved by everyone and I should feel lucky to have a part of him that is so unfiltered.
Circe, who had been quiet since the morni
