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Ekko was starting to regret messaging her.
It had been what? A whole hour after messaging her. An hour after she read the message, yet she didn’t respond.
He had been thinking about messaging for a while. It wasn’t a complete lie that he got a new phone and “lost her number” and just now found it.
He did get a new phone—that much wasn’t a lie. He’d never lost her number, though. He would constantly go through their old messages. The fights. The calm, domestic moments. The silly ones, too. But he had just now gotten the courage to text her.
He’d actually been thinking about asking her out on a date, but then there was their fight. The infamous one where he left crying and didn’t stop ‘til the following week. Jinx had seemed pained, too. He wondered why she’d done it.
Even after they stopped talking, all he did was yearn for her. Miss her. He had been attempting to gain the courage, or even coverage, to ask her to meet up, after so much time apart.
It truly hadn’t been that long, but it felt like an eternity without Jinx.
“Shit” he muttered beneath his breath.
“FUCK!” He shouted, anger festering in his chest. His breath shaky.
“Why did I actually think she was going to answer?! I mean, how much of an idiot can I be?!” He hissed, then loudly groaned afterwards. Ekko looks around, eyebrows slightly furrowed in frustration, and his eyes land on his phone, the message he sent still open.
He turns, and snatched it from his bed, fingers tightly gripping the phone. Then, he hurls it across the room with a scream. Not even four seconds later, the phone lands in a pile of clothes in the corner of Ekkos’ room with a loud THUD.
He lets out an aggravated sigh, his chest still feeling tight, his breath speeding up, and his heart gaining speed.
Ekko throws himself on his bed, then screams into a pillow, remembering his neighbors wouldn’t care about his problems, but instead would focus on his current volume.
“I mean how stupid could I be? She’s the one who pushed me away, why am I the one reaching out? She’s probably going to ignore it, like she did to me a year ago. But then again. . . I miss her so much, but does she miss me?”
Anger was still prominent in his chest, but his breath had begun slowing down. But every remaining ounce of his anger vanishes the second he hears his phone ring.
Ding!
He runs to his phone, which he had previously thrown across the room, and picks it up.
[Jinx] two new messages
He stares nervously at his phone, then opens the messages.
[Boy savior! ★] just now
Hey, haven’t talked to you in a while
How are you?
Read 7:32pm
[Jinx]
Heya Ekko!
I’m doing good thanks, hbu?
Read
What should he say to her? He already made the bold move to text her first, but he hadn’t quite thought about what came after. He puts his hand up to his head in thought, but was overwhelmed by his own thoughts.
He knew she had been overthinking. He knew her. Whenever she opened a message, then didn’t answer for a while, it was usually because she was nervous of messing it up.
He let out a breathy laugh. Barely noticeable. She would’ve noticed though. She would’ve looked at him with those gorgeous, powder blue eyes and smiled at him, laughing with him. Those same blue eyes that looked red-violet in the correct lighting.
[Boy savior! ★]
I’m good thanks
So I was wondering, would you want to hang out anytime soon?
Or maybe call? It’s totally fine if not tho, I don't understand!!!
Sent 9:00PM
fuck.
He sent that last part without thinking about it. He could delete it, no? Or just simply unsend it? Yes, that’s what he’ll do! But then it was, already too late, the words which had read “sent” switched to another four letter word. “Read”
Okay! Uh.. He’s fine with this! Right…? His breath begun quickening, but for good measure—more so Jinx didn’t hate him even more—he threw in a
[Boy savior]
Just to catch up! You can totally say no, I understand!!!
Read 9:03PM
He didn’t have time to regret it. It was immediately marked “Read”. Yup! He definitely wasn’t going to regret this!..
[Jinx] typing…
He definitely regrets this.
His eyes widen with amusement and anticipation. She was actually answering. Maybe it won't be a yes. Probably won’t be a yes, but at least she was answering.
Ekkos’ phone pinged once more, then pinged again. He swiftly unlocked his phone—which had only now locked—and swiped his screen to view their messages.
[Jinx]
Sure!
What days work for you?
[Jinx] typing…
[Boy savior] typing…
Were they still friends?
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[Jinx]
How ‘bout Thursday? I don’t work that day and classes got cancelled
[Boy savior! ★ ]
Sure, I’m free
Where tho?
[Jinx]
Depends tbh
Where did you end up going to uni at?
I know you wanted to go to the academy, right?
[Boy savior! ★]
Yea, I got in, actually!
Hbu?
You weren’t really set on a specific uni but still
Which one did you end up going to?
[Jinx]
Damn, really?
I’m in the academy too
Never seen u here tho
What field did you end up majoring in anyways?
Your indecisive ass didn’t know which science to pick and had an identity crisis💔😭
[Boy savior! ★]
Shushhhh😭
I ended up majoring in chemistry and minoring in physics
Would’ve loved to study art tho
[Jinx]
Damn you should’veeee
I’m majoring in engineering, more focused on weaponry, idk if you remember me saying I was interested in all that
[Boy savior! ★]
Yeah, I remember you throwing literal GLITTER BOMBS at me every other week
[Jinx]
Sorry, sorry damnnn
Didn’t know you couldn’t handle a little glitter
Anyways I minor in visual arts, If you even care
Fuck.
Why would she say that? They were having a normal, comfortable, nice conversation, as if nothing had even happened. As if nothing had ever made them drift apart.
He shouldn’t care, but she knew he did. He was too compassionate for his own good. He had held her close, when she cried, when she laughed, all those days ago.
“Are we still friends?” She desired to ask. She wouldn’t, though. She knew they weren’t. They would never be as close as they once were. She ruined all chances she had of living a good, joy-filled life, all because of a stupid crush.
She was such a coward; she was incredibly avoidant. She ran when she was happy. Ran with him. Ran to him. Ran when she was upset—hurt. To the top of that rooftop, where he’d always find her. But most of all, she ran when she was afraid. Afraid of herself, her feelings.
That night, she ran from everything. She ran from him. She ran from her fear, her joy, her boy. Her love. She ran from her life.
And he didn’t come to that rooftop this time. She ran fast that day, but not as fast as she could to that rooftop that day, in hopes he would catch up to her. Tell her it’ll all be okay. But it wasn’t. And he never showed up. And everything she did was cry for hours on end until her eyes were bloodshot and her lungs burned.
At least they were talking again. At least she now knew he didn’t completely hate her.
Shit, this really felt like a break up.. except without the whole “dating” part. He didn’t like her like that. She wasn’t even slightly sure he even liked her platonically anymore.
Were they still friends?..