[Through the GHS? Seriously? He moves toward her, but she's already texting and moving away from him. He also isn't sure if he should really follow her. Maybe she just wants to be away from him for a while, which he could understand, but...
When he does receive the message and hastily flips the device open to read it, his grip tightens. He can tell those are all excuses, the emoticons only aggravating him for different reasons now. She's forcing herself. He knows it. And it only drives that stake of guilt and pain further.
Even though he rushes out, he knows he's too late, a knowledge confirmed when he finds the streets completely empty. And then there's the question of why he feels so frantic about this. He's the one that cut it off. What is he trying to do now?
An aggravated hand runs through his hair as he looks back down at the message.
dont be a stranger though
lets get together and watch that dvd
His free hand clenches into a fist and slams into a nearby light post. Dammit, why is he so aggravated by this? Why does reading these words, the knowledge that she's hiding how she really feels frustrate him?
In the end, he finally texts her back.]
yeah i'll let you know when i'm free
text me when you get home
[He almost sends another apology, but he deletes it. Instead he stares at the unopened texts from the other girls and calls Balan.
no subject
When he does receive the message and hastily flips the device open to read it, his grip tightens. He can tell those are all excuses, the emoticons only aggravating him for different reasons now. She's forcing herself. He knows it. And it only drives that stake of guilt and pain further.
Even though he rushes out, he knows he's too late, a knowledge confirmed when he finds the streets completely empty. And then there's the question of why he feels so frantic about this. He's the one that cut it off. What is he trying to do now?
An aggravated hand runs through his hair as he looks back down at the message.
dont be a stranger though
lets get together and watch that dvd
His free hand clenches into a fist and slams into a nearby light post. Dammit, why is he so aggravated by this? Why does reading these words, the knowledge that she's hiding how she really feels frustrate him?
In the end, he finally texts her back.]
yeah i'll let you know when i'm free
text me when you get home
[He almost sends another apology, but he deletes it. Instead he stares at the unopened texts from the other girls and calls Balan.
He needs a drink.
A lot of them.]