Griffin:Got a full time promotion with the contractor
Ellie:Oh, that’s great
Ellie:How have you been?
The typing bubble pops up, then disappears. Pops up again, then disappears again. After an agonizing five minutes, he finally replies.
Griffin:We don’t have to do this
Griffin:I don’t really know why I texted you
Griffin:I guess that stupid group text scrambled my brain
Tears well in my eyes, instantly spilling down my cheeks. This is my worst-case scenario. I’ve daydreamed a thousand times about what he might say to me if we ever spoke again. I can’t daydream anymore. Now it’s a waking nightmare.
Ellie:It’s okay, I get it, I really do
Ellie:I was surprised you texted me
Ellie:I promise I’ll leave you alone this summer
Ellie:I know I’m the last person you want to see
Ellie:And I don’t blame you. Have a good summer, Griffin.
The tears are coming in earnest now, a sob choking its way up my throat as I bury my head in my pillow.
Griffin:I always want to see you Eleanor
Griffin:Lord help me, but I do
Griffin:I think about you constantly
Griffin:I miss you so much it hurts
My breath hitches mid-sob, but another text comes through before I can begin to reply.
Griffin:I’m sorry, that wasn’t fair
Griffin:I’m the one who needs to leave you alone
Panic rises like bile in my throat. The last thing I ever want is for Griffin Hart to leave me alone. Even if I’m the one who left him alone to begin with.
Ellie:I don’t want to be left alone
Ellie:I miss you too
Ellie:What if we hung out? Just lunch or something casual, no pressure
I chew anxiously on my lower lip, silently pleading for him to say yes.
Griffin:Yeah, I’d like that
Griffin:How about I pickyou up tomorrow?
I reply as fast as possible before he has a chance to change his mind.
Ellie:That sounds perfect
