Lexie's POV

I'm staring at my papers in front of me. My brain anywhere but focused on the work I need to do. I'm too tired and sad for this shit

My desk lamp being the only bit of light and a deafening silence filling my ears, a tear drop falls onto my paper

I have a billion exams squeezed into a minuscule amount of time. It's too much

I let my head fall into the desk in front of me

I'm so pathetic

Why do I suck so badly at life? I blame mom for not being around when I need her. How hard can it be to be there for your own child for god sakes

I want my mom back. The version of her that used to care about me more than anything in the entire world. Literally more than anything. Then she got promoted and I suddenly didn't matter anymore

Without even realising I'm dialling her number, it ringing and ringing before eventually reaching voicemail

I just hang up, she never listens to her voicemail anyways

Sighing I put my phone down on my desk and bury my head in my hands

The phone pings

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I watch, waiting for the typing bubbles to appear, for her to tell me she loves me... but they don't