It’s three in the morning. I’ve been lying awake for hours with one thing on my mind. Well, more specifically…one person. Before thinking it through, I pull out my phone and send off a text. Me: I miss you. It’s not a very me thing to say, but it’s the truth, and if I’ve learned anything during the time I’ve spent staring into space, listening to Logan’s breathing, it’s that I want to see Dylan, badly. I don’t expect a reply tonight, so I make myself comfortable and attempt to sleep on the couch. As my head hits the pillow, my phone vibrates. The fact that I get excited and jump to read it
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