And Zach refusing to finish the job and fuck me afterwards. Honestly? That last part is the only bit that makes sense. Nope. I’m most definitely Not Okay. Her eyes widen. ‘You can’t send me a text like that and then not answer. I was worried.’ My text may have said something like I AM DYING. UNALIVE ME NOW. It was also peppered with plentiful Edvard Munch screaming face emojis.
