Good morning~ ( ´O｀) Anything planned today, Anon?

a minute has passed. queue watches intently for any sign you saw her greeting.

three minutes have passed. she sends you another cute kaomoji. you normally notice it by now.

five minutes have passed. maybe you're busy. she places the phone face down on her desk.

six minutes have passed. she checks her phone. you haven't seen her message. she puts the phone face down on the desk again.

seven minutes have passed. her wrists are getting itchy. warm blood flowing underneath tickles old scar tissue. you have not seen her message.

eight minutes have passed. maybe she said something to offend you. she grits her teeth and considers sending an apology, but for what, she doesn't know. she scratches her wrists. you have not seen her message.

nine minutes have passed. she's scratching with long, manicured nails now. maybe you're mad at her. she wishes she knew what she did wrong maybe she's too clingy. maybe she's too ugly. you're probably mad at her. she picks up her phone. you have not seen her message.

nine minutes have passed. her hand grips her phone with white knuckles. do you hate her? her friends would've said something. are they even her friends? maybe they just tolerate her. she prays to god someone cares. something warm is painting her fingernails. you have not seen her message.

nine minutes have passed. you hate her. you have to. she always acts so friendly, you must find it disgusting. you just don't want to say it to her face because she's that pathetic. and everyone agrees. it'd be much better if she finally realized that and disappeared. something warm is all over her fingers and forearm. you have not seen her message.

ten minutes have passed. a little checkmark appears under her message. her heart skips a beat. she can see you typing.

morning, queue! slr, was in the shower. nothing much, you?

she breathes a sigh of relief, a tight smile forming on her lips. she can't stop a few tears from shedding. why was she crying? she's so weird. she types with red-stained fingers a response. it's getting all over the touch screen.

You're fine! I thought you slept in, sleepyhead (。-ω-) Wanna do something later?

she smiles again, standing up from her seat before looking down and finally noticing the mess she made.

she'd have to wear the long sleeves again.