Note*~ I wanted to post a Peter POV this chapter, but I had so much fun with this idea, so why not ruin the order of the story flkjghjjk :'D AT LEAST IT'S CUTE
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Far Away
Messages
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The green light of the cellphone button blared in front of her.
TALK
She couldn't press it. It was like as if a barrier prevented her finger from touching the button and a connection with Peter. Claire missed Peter's gentle nature. She wanted to hear it in his voice over the phone. Correction, she needed to hear him. Aggression had always been her major flaw, but when she met Peter... it was like as if he mellowed Claire and opened up a softer side within her.
Many attempts were made to write a letter, but crumpled drafts littered Claire's room. Every word in the drafts seemed substandard and lifeless to her, which was the reason why so much paper was lost in her notebook.
The ringing of her cellphone spooked her as she bounced frantically off the bed. Rubbing the injured spot, she picked up the phone and learned that a text message was sent to her. It was from Peter.
hey I miss u. call me