“It’s one thing to take some time, and another thing to run away.”
I hate that you’re right even when you’re imaginary
But I’m right too
I truly hope you can see that
Today 3:04 PM
Maybe you can’t see that
Today 3:29 PM
Still feeling very frightened
Today 3:36 PM
I want to ask you what you’re thinking
What you’re feeling
But I don’t know if I want to hear your answers
Today 3:48 PM
I’m in Hal’s tiny house right now
There’s a strange, perverse pleasure in being able to open the oven door while still lying in bed
Did I tell you I borrowed Hal’s phone because I forgot mine at home?
Oh shit I should’ve told you that earlier shouldn’t I
This is Sadie
Today 3:54 PM
Your best friend
Today 4:07 PM
Anne just let me know you’re ok
Anne wasn’t anywhere. No car around her. She wasn’t sitting in a driveway. James and Arthur’s house wasn’t there either. Just Anne and her phone and Sadie.
She scrolled back through the messages, reading them again, this time more slowly. Her index finger lingered on the bubbles, touching what Sadie had sent out into the vacuum of Anne’s silence.
None of the possible replies she came up with were right.
I’m okay, Sadie.
I’m as okay as I can be under the circumstances.
I’m not drunk.
I hate weighted blankets.
I told James and Arthur.