*ring, ring*

❝C'mon dude, answer.❞

*ring, ring*

❝You're worrying me here, Londie. Just pick up.❞

*ring, ring*

❝C'MOOOOON DUDE! I feel like I haven't heard your laugh in forever and it's kiiilling me.❞

*ring, rin-

❝Hey it's-❞

❝Londie, ohmyg-❞

❝London. I can't come to the phone right now, so leave a message and I'll call you back. Bye!❞

❝Oh...❞

*beep*

❝Uh...hey Londie. It's me again, you know...the girl who goes by a number and not by a name. Anyway, I've been calling for the past two days with no response and I'm getting kind of worried.❞

*sigh*

❝Just give me a text, a call- anything to let me know you're okay. Remember, nothing is irreversible. I'm still here if you need to get something off your chest.❞

*clicks as tears stream down her face*

❝Stupid, I'm so stupid. How could I let myself get this far in? How could I allow myself to fall for the most fragile, delicate boy to ever exist? And why in the world would I even think he would like such a rough and moody girl like me?❞

*laughs through her tears*

❝I mean, we haven't even seen each other. We're complete strangers.❞

*sniffles as she wipes a tear away*

❝Talking to him was the biggest mistake of my life. I'm no delicate flower, I'm no Delilah. I'm just me, 103. I'm just a girl who hides behind a number because she's too afraid to reveal her true name. And I don't want to hear it spoken from his lips because it'll only pull me in deeper. ❞

*rolls over and stares at the ceiling*

❝Love makes people weak, but I am not. But wherever you are London Watkins, please just take care of yourself. Even if you may be falling asleep in the arms of your precious Delilah.❞

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