HIM

XXII ; 二十二

T W E N T Y T W O

she was sick, lovely. she had to call out on dance and her mom was kind enough to be taking
care of her. she rolled in her unamusement as she picked up her phone.

... she was thinking
... she thought a bit

calling your hope ☀️...

"what am i doing?" she yelled at herself.

your hope ☀️
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"ara?" he said after a few moments of silence.
she came back to her mind and laughed. "hey, how's dance hobi?" "new nickname, huh? i didn't go, i got sick. it sucks. wait- if you're asking- why aren't
you there?" she smiled at his concern.

"i'm sick too." so he must've-

"ohmygod i probably got you sick! i'm sorry. i shouldn't have b-"

"it's okay, it was worth it."

it went silent which worried her, but he was smiling.
"well i have to go but get well! and you should give
me hugs more often!" she hung up but he didn't notice.

she's so cute.

[+]
normally i don't do author's notes
because i don't like to ruin the display
of my work. but i just want to say i hope
everyone is okay reguarding what happened
yesterday, the passing of our angel.
mental illness is not a joke and so if you
need to talk to someone or are
going through a similar situation please
talk to me or someone else. i would
love to help but if you are uncomfortable then
tell someone you can.
stay safe and take care of yourself.
-xoxo,
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