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I wanted to scroll more but the last tweet that I saw which stated that 'The last time I held you, I was begging. Next time that I will, could it be in another situation where I am not crying?'. My heart ached. I just couldn't. What if I saw tweets like that?

A tear fell. I slightly laughed at myself. I looked at the little round mirror I have in my table. I wiped that. Why am I hurting for him? I don't even know him.

I put the phone down and continued reading. Not minding anything around me. Phil could handle himself, he's not a toddler.

The sound of my alarm in my phone filled the room. I turned it off. From reading this story, I raised my head and looked around. It's already dark outside. I saw that Phil is sitting on the sofa and using his phone.

I got up and his eyes went on my direction. "Finally decided to go home?"

"Yeah. Let's go" I put my bag on my shoulder and got the paper to bring it home.