Stephanie twisted and turned, covering the sheet over her eyes once more before peeling it off with a whine. It was a new day, the sun was up, and it was time to make a decision.
She sat up in her bed, then scooted until she stooped over the side. She picked up her cell phone again, and reread the last text she had received the night before.
Please forgive me. Please just let it go.
She smeared her face into her hand, then pressed the small keys firmly as she typed, before finally throwing it down, into a messy pile of bras and yoga pants in the corner of her room. She went into the kitchen and brewed herself a cup of coffee.
Returning to her room, she retrieved the phone, then brought it with her to the living room couch. She sat there for sometime, fumbling in her mind for what to respond. Her phone vibrated, and another text came through.
It was a mistake. I shouldn’t have done it. Please forgive me.
Stephanie gripped her hand into a claw, then rubbed a fist into her eye. She tossed the phone aside, grabbed a blanket, then curled up and turned on the T.V..
For a while, she tried to watch, but the thoughts wouldn’t cease. Finally, she picked up her cell, then returned to him.
I’m sorry babe, but I can’t forgive you this time.
It was only half a minute before her phone vibrated again.
Why?
She ran a hand through her hair, then felt like death as she responded.
Because she was my best friend.
Stephanie sent it, threw the phone down, and covered herself up with blankets then cried.
Thomas M. Watt 