His breaths, they're long and exaggerated, each one as dull and longing as the last, she says she needs to talk to him, his heart is racing and his mind is lost, amidst all of this he tugs on the small hope that theres nothing wrong, that it's just going to be a friendly chat. But no, he knows her too well. She's the one who he loves, the one who said she loved him. The chills run down his spine, he's waiting anxiously for her to call him, his mind turns to shit as he tries to think of what is wrong, he thought it was going all so well. He remembers back to the last time, the words which rolled off her tongue stabbed like a knife through his