Desire For A Reply Novels & Stories

Something that could heal all the wreckage. My fingers move on autopilot, and I type a quick reply. “I’m not sure. I’ll let you know.” It feels hollow, like the words don’t even belong to me. He replies almost instantly, as if he’s been waiting. “Take your time. I’ll wait.”

I feel a flutter in response. Ready.

Mirabel encouraged, though Susan sighed, her heart heavy with longing. Another day slipped away, and soon enough, a reply arrived from the stranger, this time including a phone number for communication. Excitement bubbled within her as she quickly typed the number into her phone. It was unfamiliar, yet she felt a surge of anticipation as she sent a brief message, her heart racing at the prospect of finally connecting with her enigmatic admirer. "Hi," she typed, her fingers trembling slightly as she awaited a response. "Hello," came the stranger's reply, and her anxiety began to swell within her.

I feel him inside of me, and hear him, and touch him, at times like that we’re on the same page, just two bodies joining as one, giving and receiving pleasure. "Stop thinking about that" there are things to be done. He could have at least said where we were going. I don't want to overdress. Dammit! Before I know it my fingers are flying over my phone screen. Me: I need more details! ASAP! I wait for a minute, then two, then five. Seems he won't be replying, He's always on that damn phone if he isn't answering it's because he doesn't want to. I hurry to the closet.

I slapped myself mentally for stuttering in front of him in every sentence I say. "It is if you are concerned." He replied without any pause or hesitation. "I work at a book store, as an attendant." I huffed out, not having any reply to his blunt fearless answer. I thought his anger would subside after hearing my reply, but his anger seemed to increase more. If he was angry before, now he started seething in anger. He was shaking in rage and, his words were like a thunder,

turan ko ulit habang nagta-type ng reply. Me:What name? Walang pang dalawang segundo matapos mai-send ang reply ko ay may bago na naman siyang mensahe. Kunot-noo ko iyong tinitigan. Marylou:The wish granter, duh. Come on, its almost 11:11.

He was trying everything. I had not replied to any of them. Until now. I don’t know what snapped inside me. Maybe it was anger. Maybe it was pride. Maybe it was the fact that Cullen still hadn’t shown up in any way. My fingers moved on the screen. So fast that my heart could not even stop it. Selena: What do you want to talk about? The reply came very fast. It was like he was holding his phone and just waiting for the reply. Jake: Thank you. Thank you for replying. Can we please meet? Just once. I swear I won’t push anything.

Let me know if you need anything. Pathetic. Perfect. My thumbs flew across the screen. Me: 'Come over. Now. I miss you.' I hit send. I lay there, staring at the screen, phone resting on my chest. I waited for the instant Read receipt, for the immediate response I'd trained her to give me. Nothing happened for a minute. Then, the three little dots appeared. Typing... I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. See? Wrapped around my finger. She was typing a reply. Probably 'On my way!' or 'Is everything okay?' or 'I miss you too.'

There was a pause. "What?" he asked. "Stop telling me to answer you," I added. "I don’t like it." Another pause, longer this time. "I was just trying to get your attention," he said. "I saw your messages." "Then why didn’t you reply?" "Because I didn’t want to." Silence. I could almost feel his reaction through the phone. "What do you mean you didn’t want to?" he asked slowly. "I mean exactly that," I said. "I was busy."

After getting ready for bed, I decided to do it. I’m going to text her. But she can’t know it’s me yet. {Hi beautiful.} I sent her a DM on I***a and waited for her reply but didn’t get any that night. It made me feel disappointed. I was really hoping she would reply. But I won’t give up. She would reply me sooner or later. I’m sure of it. ~