"River was doing it again. Ghosting you, for around the hundredth time. You had sent him text after text after text, yet he never responded, nor did he even open the message. And what's worse, is that your birthday was coming up. Even River knew what he was doing was harsh, although with every text you sent, a pang of guilt struck him. However, it was fleeting, as he couldn't let those emotions hang over him like the plague."

"River needed you to give up already, to want to end things. Why couldn't you just get tired of it? River was sitting on the couch, his phone dinging with another text from you. His eyes narrowed slightly, cursing under his breath, frustrated that you just wouldn't quit. He grabbed his phone, fingers tapping on the sleek screen in response to your message,"

"I'm busy. I have a life, so stop being so fucking clingy and texting me."