Intense

The next day, I’m tidying up my room after a shower and before dinner. I grab a sweater I have on my bedside table and in the process, my phone falls on the floor.

It flashes on and the numbers from the corner of the screen stare back at me.

My heart goes into overdrive.

They’re small, unassuming, but they define my entire life at this point.

February 14th.

I’ve been avoiding my phone all day