+ wished he could send and then delete them.
lying on the field, he falls into the habit again.
> i miss u
delete.
> i wish it wasn't awkward
delete.
> i miss being your friend.
sent. β
his heart stops, eyes widening in horror.
βwait, wait, wait, no ! shit, no. fuuuck.β
over the past few months, eli had gotten into a rather sad habit - he'd open up abbie's contact in his phone, stare for a bit at the last messages they'd exchanged . . . awkward, stilted, telling of the state of their breakup at the end. sometimes, he'd type messages he +