The message came again..."ding" the phone sounded, the notification bar materializing...it was him, but you wondered what he wanted...what did he want to tell you?. Somehow you weren't scared anymore...no you were still scared, nothing will ever make you forget your past... it wasn't possible.
What you felt was curiosity, you were curious, was the guilt eating him up, did he finally decide to deliver a proper Apology? Or was he just reaching out to double down on your misery and laugh at you..You weren't sure because with Daniel you never know.
He has always been unpredictable, that was his life. You remembered an encounter you had with him years ago back in highschool that made you sigh out loud in the darkness of your room.
The sigh unexpectedly came out so loud that Daniel had to turn around in your sheets due to the disturbance.
This was his fourth night he spent in your room in a role. A closeness between the both of you that you never foresaw.
An unidentified relationship, though you knew what it was...it was forbidden...it was unacceptable to society...to the world at large.
But right now you didn't care about all that right then, there was only one thing that mattered and that was your feelings...both of you feelings infact...it was real, it was tangible and if the world gave them a chance it would bloom into the most beautiful love ever seen.
At least that's what you thought, even though you knew deep down that it would never fall through, it was a guarantee... nothing in the world will make it possible, but you know what they say....never say never because Love conquers all.
Again, it was all delusions and speculations... nothing real... nothing factual. You tapped on the notification and the message app opened...there it was plethora of unread messages...advances you had pushed away, messages from your former boss you had ignored, your parent's care check messages..all stayed unread.
You tapped on the latest, the most recent and the top and the message opened, you decided to reply him. It took everything in you to get those words out (typed)
"What do you want?" You sent and immediately exited the interface as you multiple tapped the exit button.
You breathed hard, as if you had ran a marathon, as if that was the most difficult thing to ever do. It was just a text! But somehow...it took a heavy toll on you.
A toll so bad that you instantly felt drained and tired, even though it was early in the morning.
Your phone dinged again, another message came.
You raised your phone up, it weighed tem times bigger now,
"Hi, i just want to talk" it said and you heaved,
What did he want now ? . You mustered up strength and replied...a text laced with anxiety.
".....about?" You sent.
Ding! A reply came almost immediately
"About what happened Eight years ago" it said and suddenly your blood ran ice cold....what did he mean, haven't he reuined your life enough? So he wanted to rub it in? He wanted you to feel it? .
You felt suffocated, you felt angry...you felt disgusted and so with the highest point of anger in you, you picked up your phone and typed in the nastiest words you had ever found your self saying.
"Go to hell you fucking prick, i hope you die and never see the light of day soon" and then you sent it.
Even on the day of that unfortunate event, you didn't say this.