Taylor: good morning

Taylor: just checking in

Taylor: it's been a while since we talked

Taylor: how are you?

Taylor: i miss you

Taylor: i thought you said you were going to visit me today

Taylor: why did you lie to me?

Taylor: how's your dad?

Taylor: did he tell you he loves you?

Taylor: did you say it back?

Taylor: do you know how much your mom loves you yet?

Taylor: it's stupid, y'know

Taylor: i'm saving up to go to a bts concert

Taylor: that's so stupid, right?

Taylor: it's not like i'll have anyone to take with me

Taylor: i have to go

Taylor: my brother's here

Taylor: he's taking me to lunch

Taylor: no more burnt noodles, don't worry

Taylor: ah, look at me, spamming again

Taylor: i'm sorry

Taylor: but you know i have to ask

Taylor: how many messages did i send?

Delivered, 5:56 p.m.

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A/N: So that's it. I know it's nothing special, but I got a random burst of inspiration to write this. Just a short story that's a personification of my fears. I have a friend who lives on the other side of the world, in a country where a war is constantly happening (not any of the big wars you see on the news, no, it's a country that mainstream media never talks about).

I always worry when he doesn't wake up at the normal time, or if I get a vague text, or if his mood seems even slightly out of place.

He's my best friend and the person I cherish most in this world. The idea of losing him is one I can't live with. Every day I worry the war got to him. So, I wrote a story about it, except I replaced the war with alcoholism.

Him and I communicate only via text, which is why this story is text-only. Normally I dislike text stories, but I felt it was how I wanted to convey my feelings.

It's a thing between him and I where I spam him while he sleeps and he wakes up to anywhere between 100-600 messages from me, and I always ask, "How many messages did I send?" I don't know why I ask. It doesn't really matter, I already know I send a lot. I just need to know. I wish I knew why.

There are a lot of things going on in this story, a lot of subtle details and some things taken directly from my life with my friend. I'd be curious to read about your interpretations of it.

I know this is just a passion project and probably won't get many, if any, reads, but to anyone who read this, thank you. I hope you liked it, and I hope you'll consider voting/commenting/following for more short stories like this.

I'm spontaneous so who knows, I might drop another short tomorrow 😭

Thank you for reading. I hope you have a good day/night.