Childhood Friends / 5839 words
I sat staring at my phone, fingers twitching nervously as I glared down to the item with scorn.
Maybe it was naive of me, to think that he’d get in touch, given the way things had ended just under a month before, but I still thought he might.
He had five minutes until it hit midnight, five minutes until we officially entered March, and my birthday ended.
He had five minutes to send me one message. Just one.