The story was pretty much the same like the first part. It was there, and then it disappeared. I closed my eyes, gave it a rub on both sides, and then it was there again. But then it was again just my imagination. When I looked closely, it was really never there, ever.

He text me to go to dinner but I got other plans. He then text me to go to tomorrow’s wedding together but I’ve made my own plans. He said, “Fuck you and you busy lifestyle!”. I said, “At least it’s not me that you’re trying to ngorat”.

I text her and said, well, I didn’t text her.

And then there was silence. Again.