there’ll be another chance (Patreon)

we just got home from the halloween party, both a bit tipsy, both still buzzing from the bass and the music. we end up in my room, collapsing in my bed, our feet giving out after a night of dancing. we’re still in our matching pirate costumes as we recount the night, when your phone starts to vibrate. once, then again, then again. it’s your ex. he’s been texting you since the party, since he saw us. and he won’t stop until he talks to you. tonight i wanted to tell you something, i really really wanted to tell you something important. there’ll be another chance.