Sender: Thackery
wel hi ash sry2 bothir u but i have things 2 ask
Sender: Thackery
kno u probly dont want 2 hear from me
Sender: Thackery
princess cinders needs his bed pls but u can keep the treats 4 ur pets
Sender: Thackery
u r feeding them rite pls dont be bad 2 them
Sender: Thackery
i also left my bedtim shirt so.......
Sender: Thackery
&& i can mail u ur things
He squeezed the phone a little tightly at the realization that yes, he had just sent that last message. Jackdamnit, Thackery.
Sender: Thackery
jk hhaha that was funny huh
Excellent save. Ye..ah...
Sender: Thackery
also u have sum of my books so mby u can mail those 2
He waited a long, long time for a response. None came, which was not all that surprising, honestly. Not that he'd been expecting one. He definitely hadn't been. No way.
The phone felt heavy in his hand as Ash's words echoed through his mind again.
...not broken, either. Why had he been so stupid? Why had he asked that? What shred of hope did he have now, knowing that Ash was
seeing these and didn't care?
As he stared dumbly down at his last sent message, he began to doubt his ability to send rational messages while under emotional duress.
And he did. After all of the fidgeting and hovering over 'yes' and selecting 'no' instead and cursing and crying and shredding a couple of pillows in panic because
oh Jack he was really gonna be gone forever this time wasn't he...the number was gone.
