It's been a week since our date and I haven't heard from y/n yet.
I didn't call, or text, I didn't go to her flat or the restaurant because I didn't want to force anything.
It's been a week and I still haven't got any sign of life from her. "Hey" I couldn't wait anymore and texted her.
"Hi" she texted back.
SHE TEXTED BACK! "How are you?" I texted a few minutes later, just so I won't look desperate. "Gooooood" y/n answered. "Huw are yoy?" She then sent another message. She's probably walking and this is why she has these type errors.
"Fine" I texted back.
"Why sre you yp so lare?" I got another text from y/n, 'why are you up so late?'.
Why am i up so late?...
"I'm thinking about you" I typed, but didn't send.
Mabey I shouldn't send that...
Mabey it's too much...
She might think I'm needy, or desperate, or both.
It might scare her away.
But it also might be my only chance...
'Here goes nothing' I thought then pressed "send".
Then nothing. No comment.
Shit, shit, shit...
It was too much, I scared her away...
I put down the phone and turned on the tv. I knew there is no way I'll be able to fall asleep, I'll overthink about the texts.
An hour later, I heard a knock on the door.
Who could it be? Its the middle of the night.
I opened the door to the look of...
Y/n was standing there.
What is she doing here? And in such a late hour...
"Hello handsome," she said.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"I can ask you the same question," he said as she welcomed herself inside.
Y/n walked towards the couch barely walking straight, then heavily sat on it.
"No, you can't, I live here" I answered her, closed the door and followed her inside.
"Y/n, are you alright?" I asked and sat next to her.
I started to worry, she doesn't look at her best.
"No," she said and laughed.
"What happened?" I kept questioning.
"My life is in the garbage, nothing new" she shrugged.
I felt an ache in my heart.
I had no idea why she would think that, but I wanted to help her feel different, better.
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