92: needs someone to talk to

Aria's eyes widened. What she had seen surprised her. The sender of the messages was Becky. Why was Becky still texting Robert? He told her he had stopped talking to her, but it didn't seem like it from the message she had sent. If they had truly cut all ties, then what gave her the boldness to tell me such? It wasn't adding up. There was this bidding urge to pick up the phone, go through their previous texts, and confirm for herself. Her heart had started beating fast, sweat was slipping through her fingers, and her heart was shaky. As she picked up the phone, it nearly slipped through her grasp, but she caught it and tapped on the message, eager to get hurt.

"What are you doing with my phone?" Robert's voice reached her, brows raised.

He wasn't eager to get his phone from her; he was just taken aback by the fact that her eyes were peering into his phone in her hands.

Aria stilled; she slowly raised her gaze to face him, her vision blurry with tears, and she stretched his phone to