[She spends hours pouring over a simple text message. Writing and deleting the keystrokes a dozen times, but never coming up with anything worthwhile. Nothing that makes up for what she did. And she can't even face him in person, even more pathetic. Even more to make up for.
Eventually, she forces herself to send the only words she has.]
text; early week 18
Eventually, she forces herself to send the only words she has.]
CONTACT: oswin oswald@compass.net
MESSAGE:
I'm sorry.
text;
[He can't type more. It's hard enough to just exist right now, for him. He wants to write more but...its just not going to happen.]