No Clue Why You Left

After seeing the videos of the group Addison was staying with I realized I had to move on. I was stuck in ice, slowly melting. The videos were like fire, making me realize she had moved on and I had to. Even if I was forcing myself to. I had to forget Addison, even if it was the death of me.

I was melting.

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"Hey Jamia..." I spoke into the phone, leaning against the bus wall. I was wearing huge pajama pants that fell against my legs in a soothing, smooth kind of way.

"Hey Frank, What's up?" She asked, the smile evident on her voice. I imagine she was probably on a couch, or her bed, watching a movie and talking on the phone.

"I was wondering if you'd like to go on a date with me when I get back on the third break?" I asked, rubbing the memories of Addison out of my head.

"Sure." She answered. I smiled.

"Awesome, Talk to you later."

"Bye, Frankie..."

I was moving on...