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4:26 PM
"Alr im out"
"How was choir?"
"Sucked like usual idk"
"Aww sorry about that"
"Anything interesting happen??"
"Constance gave me a bracelet i guess"
"It says badegg haha"
"Oh thats funny lol it fits you"
"Thats what im sayin, i bet itll get me some more subscribers"
"Im sure it will ml"
"Its only a matter of time b4 im wicked famous B)"
"Oh shoot i gtg im almost home"
"Your parents again?"
"Yep yk how they are ab telephones and all that"
"Aww ok"
"кохаю <3"
"Кохання :b"
Talia's hand hovered over the text bubble, before lowering it back to her side. She knew Misha wouldn't respond anymore, and she sighed quietly, setting her phone down on her dresser and sitting on the edge of her bed. She wished he could talk more often, but from what he described, his living situation was terrible. What kind of parents hide their kid away in the cellar? It was all so confusing with that. She knew Misha was adopted, but how did his parents even get approved to do so? They sounded horrible.
It's okay. When he comes back to Ukraine, he won't have to deal with any of that. It'll be just me and him. Together,
Talia thought. She set her unfinished homework aside, turned off her lights, and shifted to lay on her bed, closing her eyes and slowly drifting off.
Tomorrow is a new day.