Texts
i'm forever yours
The text vibrated against Billie’s collarbone, but he slept on. On the cracked and scuffed screen on his phone, six words scrolled across.
Goodnight baby. I love you too.
Miles away, over lakes and mountains and rivers and houses and streets and people and animals and clouds and dirt and bugs and sand and time, a boy settles into a bed unfamiliar from his own, putting his cell phone in his pocket for the night. He wanted to feel it when Billie texted him in the morning, like he always did.
Morning, handsome. I miss you.
The pixels formed from Billie’s guitar-calloused fingertips and regrouped to show Mike words that brought him smiles, laughter, and sometimes - as time had gone on and on and on - tears.
Goodnight baby. I love you too.
Miles away, over lakes and mountains and rivers and houses and streets and people and animals and clouds and dirt and bugs and sand and time, a boy settles into a bed unfamiliar from his own, putting his cell phone in his pocket for the night. He wanted to feel it when Billie texted him in the morning, like he always did.
Morning, handsome. I miss you.
The pixels formed from Billie’s guitar-calloused fingertips and regrouped to show Mike words that brought him smiles, laughter, and sometimes - as time had gone on and on and on - tears.