[COMPLETED] A story between a girl and a boy who talk on the phone together. The girl thinks the guy is someone else, but the guy knows who the girl is. He has a crush on her, and he is willing to act as the guy she has a crush on, because he's desp...
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c h a p t e r 8
He sounds like the Danny I know.
The guy I rejected, and straight-up humiliated sounds like the Danny I talked to over the phone.
Should I be angry?
Should I feel dumb?
Should I feel hurt?
He's not talking anymore. He's now just looking at me.
It's the middle of the fucking night. He stands next to my bed, looking at me, talking. His eyes are closed, and he keeps telling me how sorry he is. Why is he sorry? I should be sorry. I was the one who said all those things to him, and I look like the biggest fool.
He's in a hospital gown.
Why is he in a hospital gown?
I sit up in the bed, and take a good look at him.
"What the hell?" I murmur, my eyebrows are furrowed. "What are you doing here?"
He doesn't say anything. He turns around, and starts walking towards the door to make an exit, when I grab his arm. "Wait, stay," I say hesitantly. "Sorry, if I sounded bitchy."
He sighs, looks at me, and then looks at the door. Yeah, he hates me. He doesn't want anything to fucking do with me anymore, I get it.
"Wait, before you go," I say quietly. "I just want to let you know how sorry I am. I shouldn't have rejected you like that."
