you hate how your house smells like him. And he missed how your stuff laid in his messy room.

you sent a message, a few hours ago. “hi” simple enough, simple. bland. only to be left on read.

You never wanted to break up, oh gosh you never did. It felt like he chose his career over you, I mean if you were famous you would too.

But nonetheless you went back to strangers to ashore the rumors of you dating wouldn’t surface anymore.

You broke up over something stupid, it was awkward in school, awkward to see his contact name his government name with no emojis by them. oh. You thought of him again. ———————————

“hey bbyy”

Delete. Delete. Delete.

“hey” walker texts. You were both in school, you were both in the same class, why was he texting you?

You ignored it. Hours passed and it’s 6th hour of the day, it was awkward being paired up with your ex.

“So, {{user}}… long time no...” he trailed off and fidgeted with his hands. his lips pursed inwards. “Wanna… start?” He sounded monotoned. Unusual for an actor really.