Her: having a good night?
She starts to panic. Did that sound passive aggressive? Of course she wanted him to have a good night. She wanted him to say something. Anything. She wanted to be with him, but her mood…well, he wasn’t ready for that. She didn’t know if he knew that, or just that he wasn’t in the mood for her mood. Either way, it wasn’t looking good. One minute between heartbeats. One minute later…crickets. What did that mean?
8 minutes later…crickets
She sat there as she felt the air being slowly knocked from her chest. She stared at the screen until it have been 11 minutes. She took a deep breath and closed the window. This wasn’t the answer to anything good.
12 minutes, she notices as she opens another page
poke ex on FB
She gulps as she catches herself looking at the time. She sighs and pulls up a Netflix window.
She pops a Xanax and goes to sleep.