Hellbound With You (WN)

Abigail was unable to sleep that night. Her mind was completely occupied by that man. The reason why she didn ’t send a message to Mr. Leather Jacket days ago was because Abi was because Abi made a bet to herself. That bet was that if she was to see that Mr. Qin again, she would think of it as the world giving her its blessing and granting her what she wished for the most. She told herself that if their paths crossed again without her actively seeking him out, she would never let him go so easily again, nor would she hesitate nor hold back in trying to get what she wanted. She would then think of him as the man that fate was offering to her.

So now that it actually happened, and the fact that it happened in just a matter of days from when she last saw him, Abigail ’s determination skyrocketed more than ever. She was going to do this. There was no more turning back!

That night, Abigail couldn ’t sleep. She was excited to call Kelly but she had to wait for the man ’s message first. She had to know when they would meet again so Abi could prepare for it. However, as time went by, there was not a single ’ding ’ from her phone to indicate that she had received a message and she started to feel unsettled. She started typing on her phone, intending to send him a message, but it was harder than she thought. She didn ’t know how to even start that conversation. She had never done anything like this before. Boys were usually the ones who always called or texted her first. Should she call him? What should she say? Should she ask?

Abigail spent an hour just rolling on her bed, holding her phone tightly and glancing at it every other second, trying to make a decision. She now realized that even such a little thing like this wasn ’t easy at all. Now that she thought about it, did those boys who messaged her act like this as well? Abi shook her head and then she rose and leaned on her sky-blue headboard.

She tried to recall the first messages from those boys and her eyes narrowed. She finally realized that almost all of them started with a simple ’Hi! ’. Abigail rested her chin on her finger, like a detective trying to piece together some important clues, and then she started to type the word ’Hi ’.

Unfortunately, she couldn ’t send it. She personally thought that this particular word was a little boring, a little too plain. Would he even reply if she just sent this singular word? But what else could she say aside from this? Should she ask if he was already sleeping? Abigail sighed in frustration. She knew she was overthinking this whole damned thing but even knowing that didn ’t help her at all. It appeared that talking to him in person was a hundred times better than trying to send him a message on the phone. It was as if she was more scared of the phone than the person and that was just way too messed up.

In the end, Abi simply sent him a goodnight emoji – a white fluffy cat yawning as it fell asleep on a fluffy white pillow.