this is how we broke up: Missed Calls (Anthony x Reader)
Word Count: 933
Warnings: i dont even think i swore in this one…
Authors Note: Ok so this series is super personal to me. I’ve noticed it isn’t my most popular but for some odd reason I stopped giving a shit about notes for the first time. This series makes me want to write again - and i feel so bubbly and anxious to put it out there. I can’t sleep or do anything else because i just wanna write this.
When your writing starts coming from the right place; you’ll know because you’ll be happy that even 1 person read it. I’ve never written in this style before but yeah, let me know what you thought. Part 3 will be out tomorrow. love you lots.
Summary: how many missed calls does it take for you to come back to him or get out of his head?
this is how we broke up: 6 P.M. (Part 1)
yes you do have to read this for it to make senseee
Anthony’s mind went blank. His vision was blurry from his tears which fell from his face in slow motion onto the library log, smudging the black ink that you’d written minutes prior. The summer breeze gave him goosebumps despite the heat, and he turned around as if this was all some sick joke. As if you’d be there right behind him, the musical melody of your laughter the only noise that filled his ears rather than the blood rushing to his brain in the dead quiet neighborhood. You’d wrap your tender arms around him and pulling his body flush to yours and smile against his skin. The tickling of his baby hairs on the back of his neck made him paranoid as he whipped around - It felt like you’d just brushed by him, and he’d missed you by a millisecond. He missed you by minutes, hours at most. You had been there, right where he was - just minutes ago taping the envelope onto the doorbell, tears streaming down your face, your hair pulled back messily. He imagined you standing there, crying despite your actions that betrayed your feelings. He could see you. He could feel you if he tried hard enough. The tingle his skin would feel when your fingertips lightly traced from freckle to freckle on his forearms was now replaced by the lonely summer wind. Your abrupt departure hit him like nothing else and his mind wandered as he closed his eyes, breathing coming in hiccups. How could you have left so easily - without a goodbye or closure. Had he missed you just minutes ago, or had he missed you 2 years in time? Had the past 2 years been him chasing nothing but the idea of you? Dating the idea of you, kissing the idea of you, loving the idea of you.