— are you awake
He stared up at the glow of his screen in the dark, considered hitting send until his grip slackened and the phone tumbled down onto his chest, snapping shut in the process. The little box appeared on screen, and he didn't have to read it, he knew the words by heart. [ Message saved to Drafts. ]
Ever since Tsuna had given Enma his number, telling him to call or text any time, the drafts folder of his phone had been filling up, slowly but surely, and sometimes all at once.
"It's too late right now," Enma whispered to no one.
— how are you
— do you wanna hang out
Some of the texts he couldn't even finish writing before giving up. Every word felt heavy, the green glow of 'send' staring him down, taunting him. You're wasting his time, it said, and he believed it.
Because it was right.
Tsuna had other friends. Better friends. Friends that didn't cause him trouble all the time.
— i lost my wallet again
— some guys are following me, i think they migh
— can i come over
The red 'cancel' button was even worse, more worn down from overuse, and always screaming at him. Nothing you say matters! No one cares! Give it up!
So he did. Every time.
— i can't sleep
— do you ever have nightmares
— how much sleep is normal
— i'm worried about s
He never sent anything, never called anyone, just laid here in bed or sat curled up in the park or patched up his latest bruises and typed away at keys that never said anything, never expressed a single thought, because none of it mattered.
He didn't even know why he had a phone anymore.
— i need help