Page 54 of Make Me Dream of You

Fuck.

Holy fucking shit.

2Horned:

Oh. I take back what I said, then

My pulse is racing. What if this is it? What if it’s a sign from the universe or something? The push I’ve needed. What if it’s her? What if she really is my soulmate?

2Horned:

We should meet

Why the fuck did I just say that?

I shouldn’t have said that.

She hasn’t replied.

It’s been minutes.

The little dots appear.

Then they disappear.

I’ve freaked her out.

I’ve freaked out my soulmate and now nothing will ever happen beyond our phones.

That was stupid. I’ve ruined it.

Worse, what if she agrees to meet and she’s not even close to my soulmate? What if we have nothing in common and give each other the ick and then this friendship is ruined?

Fuck.

I’m overthinking.

She still hasn’t replied.

I need to put my phone down before I get too in my head over it.

But then the dots pop up again. She’s typing.

I hold my breath as I clutch my phone.

ANG3L:

I don’t think I’m up for meeting right now

That awful sinking feeling trickles down my spine, cold, and lands in a heavy heap in my stomach.

I knew it. I knew the moment I said it, it was a mistake.

I’m disappointed. I’m relieved. I have no idea how to feel or what to say back. Everything I think to reply sounds wrong. I should shut up before I make it worse.

I toss my phone onto the coffee table, telling myself I’ll respond in a little bit when I can figure out the right thing to say, and look over to Livvy.

She’s staring at her phone, her eyebrows knitted and nose crinkled in the cutest way.

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