First message
Tapping my desk, bored, thinking music will drown out my suicidal thoughts, I find my mind drifting to you. Trying to swallow the thought. (Why her??…) yet he doesn’t stop me from opening our inbox. Fingers hovering the keys as I can’t ignore the way my heart pumps faster as I anticipate your response at night at 3:09 AM. You’ll probably think I’m weird. Pathetic. Stupid. But I send the message anyways. “Are you up?”