154. Kendra
Kendra
I sit with my phone in my lap.
Waiting.
But it doesn’t ring.
He doesn’t call back.
And when twenty minutes pass, I accept the truth.
He’s not going to call.
I said it too soon.
I ruined what was growing between us, just like I was worried I would.
Something splashes against my phone screen.
But I don’t wipe it away.
I don’t close my eyes.
I stay where I am. And I feel the bad.
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