The Ghost of Us

On this particular bright afternoon, I was home alone pondering on what to do to keep in touch with reality. I picked up my phone, tried dialling his number but it wasn't going through. Sighing, I slumped on the couch wondering why Felix was ghosting me. Subconsciously, I travel down memory lane as images of how we first met flashed before my eyes. I had just been added to a WhatsApp group by a close friend, at first the group chat seemed boring, I took zero interest in it but then by evening before I could get back to the chat it was flooded with messages!! I tried forcing myself in to the conversation but I felt so lost, when I felt like giving up I checked again and realized someone had tagged my message . I opened the text and it read "where this one appear from" excited I finally got a bit of recognition and sprang into action "I've been with your father since that's why I'm late" I giggled as everyoneon the group chat sent hilarious stickers. Seconds turned into minutes and I began to feel sleepy. We said our goodbyes on the group and promised to continue the following day, although some argued they weren't sleepy yet. Almost immediately, I got a Dm (Direct Message) from an unknown number, I checked the profile picture and couldn't place the face, discovered we had a group in common. We got talking and I realized it was the guy from earlier. We texted till midnight, talking about random stuff, sharing jokes. It felt like we had been friends for a long time. At last I got really sleepy and went offline,reflecting on the past few hours.