~*~Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, in progress, for your cat — whatever.~*~
From a The 100 fanfic:
What he found baffled him. He scrolled through dozens of text notifications from a number he didn’t recognize–all hinting at variations of “I’m sorry, please talk to me.” Some idiot was in trouble, but he was texting the wrong number. Bellamy decided to not read any of them, but as he scrolled back to the top of the list, the phone buzzed again. This time he did recognize the incoming number. Because it was his number.