My Dead Girlfriend Keeps Messaging Me 소설 & 이야기

Then I tapped the send button. “Yo, calm down, Miss Famous.” I could feel his sarcasm even if he isn't in front of me personally. Another message from him popped. “I got your deets from one of your friends. I think it was Ruby. You should be glad, because a lot of people are dying to recieve even a single like from me, but I messaged you first.” I rolled my eyes and quickly typed my reply. “Glad? Only your mom would be glad.”

You don't have to be reassigned. Seriously. I'm sorry. I just like sex, that's all. I didn't realize it was that big of a deal. Don't be an asshole, Santos. We can still work together. I promise it won't happen again. Does your girlfriend always drag you around by your balls like this? You know what? Fuck you, dude. Don't ever contact me again. "Wow." I read over them a second time. Five messages in thirty minutes from her. Not one response from him. "She's a bit cuckoo isn't she?"

The text message stayed on my mind the whole two weeks I was healing. You should have died last night. I read it so many times the words started to blur. It was just a phone with a message from a number that didn’t exist when I tried to call it back. Who could be that person? ***

The lady also adjusted herself and said, “No refunds.” For someone who didn’t know that the whole thing was already paid for, I simply nodded and walked to the mini bar in the room to grab a drink. I took out my phone to text my mom but changed my mind and started going through my I*******m. My girlfriend’s message popped up and I immediately rushed to know what she had dropped. It was a view-once video with a ‘watch when alone’ description. I smiled to myself, already knowing what the message meant, and dropped a heart emoji for her.

I sighed and was about to stand up when I accidentally touched his phone lying beside me, causing the screen to light up. I stayed seated and casually picked up his phone, hoping I might find something about Adam. The phone had a pattern lock, but knowing him well, I guessed the possible pattern—letter Z. On my first try, I unlocked it. I opened his messenger and checked his group chat with his friends, but I noticed the latest messages were from three days ago. [THE UNTOUCHABLES] Adam: “I’m dead.” David: “Ow. Condolence, dude.”

’ He replied with a deep exhale. I knew that he wanted her more than anything else. I really wanted them to be together as well. I had a feeling that only if their hearts were close would their souls be happy, too. But as much as I tried to establish further communication except for the typical ‘hi’, ‘how are you’ when Mama and I were face timing, every other attempt led to a dead end. ~~~ THE DAY OF THE CEREMONY Ping! I took my phone and glanced at the screen. My sister’s circular photo appeared on the screen with the little red dot with the number 1 written in it, indicating that I had a message on messenger.

Sniffing, I wipe at my face with the curtain one last time and walk over to my bed, picking up my phone that has already stopped ringing by now. When I swipe at the screen, I see a popped up notification, again from an Unknown number. UNKNOWN NUMBER: You’re already dead, Athena. You just don’t know it yet. My breath catches and I type back furiously with shaking hands. 'Who are you?' But the message doesn't send----- of course it doesn't; you can't send messages to or call unknown numbers because they've been made private or unknown. Sighing I toss my phone back on the bed and flop down as well, burying my face into the pillow and starting a fresh batch of tears.

For a moment, Zac’s steady figure trembled, and his expression shifted in shock. After a long pause, he stepped over the dried blood and sat down at his desk, staring blankly at his phone. He seemed to have all the time in the world, scrolling through old messages one by one. Eventually, he stopped at our conversation. The last message was from me. "If I die, will you forgive me and my mom?" The timestamp showed it was sent six months ago. He had not replied. I had not bothered to ask again after that. He exited the chat, only to reopen it again.

Now I'm ramming into her rapidly, her legs are wide-open and tightly encircled around my waist. "I love you..." she is moaning crazily and her sexy moans are arousing me more, making me thrust her harder and harder like there is no tomorrow. *** She went to the washroom, and then only my phone started beeping non-stop. I narrowed my brows confusedly and picked it up from the side table, wondering, who he is sending me so many messages. I saw 10+ messages from our W******p friend group on Lock Screen. I unlocked the phone before opening the messages.

Way cute that if it was back in my days, she'd be a perfect candidate. I hated my thoughts, I haven't talked to my girlfriend for almost three days and already I'm thinking like a player.. "You good?" Susan asked taking me away from my thoughts and I nodded, "yea... I just need to send Maud a message...." She shrugged and sipped on her tea. I went to my bag and took out my phone. I had three missed calls and two messages. I automatically smiled knowing that Kat at least has to be on one of those, I mean it couldn't be one person.