Page 112 of Hunt for You

DeadGirlWalking:HOW THE HELL DID YOU FIND THAT OUT ALREADY?

PurplePeoplEater:Because I called it. Seriously, Bridge. You’re smarter than this.

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I stared at the screen. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t eventhoughtabout calling the phone.

Maybe I really was losing my mind.

And maybe I was going to cry, because a pit opened in my stomach the minute I read that and now I felt shaky and fragile.

He’d cut off the phone?

He was really leaving me?

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DeadGirlWalking:I have to go. Let me know if you find anything else out.

PurplePeoplEater:Will do, but with no ongoing activity on the device, it’s going to be a little harder.

DeadGirlWalking:Like I said, I won’t hold you responsible. Just… whatever you find out.

PurplePeoplEater:Will do. Have fun at therapy.

DeadGirlWalking:STOP REMINDING ME

PurplePeoplEater:Jesus, Bridge. No need to shout. You hurt my eyeballs.

DeadGirlWalking:Sigh

PurplePeoplEater:You okay?

DeadGirlWalking:No. But I mean, are you?

PurplePeoplEater:Of course not.

DeadGirlWalking:Cool. Let’s lose our minds together.

PurplePeoplEater:I’ll race you.

DeadGirlWalking:What do I get if I win?

PurplePeoplEater:Anything you want since you can just make it up and hallucinate it into reality.

DeadGirlWalking:Why haven’t I thought about this before? Life would have been so much easier.

PurplePeoplEater:You’re welcome.

DeadGirlWalking:Seriously, Nate, I owe you.

PurplePeoplEater:Yes, you do. I’ll look forward to receiving my blowjob forthwith.

DeadGirlWalking:Aaaaaaaaaand now you’re just gross.

PurplePeoplEater:That’s *His Majesty, King of Gross* to you. Get it right. I like my subs mindless and worshiping.

DeadGirlWalking:Did I ask for a favor? I changed my mind.