Page 80 of If You Give an Artist a Killer Muse

But I don’t do that.

I just take a deep breath to control my annoyance and reply.

ME:

-You’re a fucking brat.

CRAZY MIGRAINE:

-I’m your brat.

ME:

-You’re not my anything.

CRAZY MIGRAINE:

-But I want to be yours.

ME:

-I am not interested.

CRAZY MIGRAINE:

-Really? That’s weird. Last night, you sure acted as if you were definitely interested.

-Which is perfect for you because as I previously stated, I want to be yours ;)

-I’ll keep fucking repeating it if I have to until it manifests.

ME:

-What the fuck are you on about, crazy?

-Also, you’re not my type.

CRAZY MIGRAINE:

-Well, I want to be yours.

ME:

-Seriously, Briar, last night was a mistake. I never want us to do that again. Do you understand me?

-Delete my number.

I watch as my messages are sent, only for them to be marked as 'Read' immediately. The three loading dots appear, indicating she's about to text something back.

I wasn’t lying to her when I said last night was a mistake. It was. I never meant for it to go that far, but I can’t let that happen again.

The three loading dots persist.

Ten seconds pass, and it is still loading.

Another 5 seconds tick by.

Jesus.

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