Cluckstruck — The Hospital Visit

his phone looked back up at me his eyes drifted from my face down to my waist I I followed his gaze, looked down at my own body, barely 130 pounds. Two seconds of silence. You're not Blake?

No. So Blake had somehow dug up a year-old photo of me, and instantly had chains of heart, and got a friend to break up with me for him. What's your name?

Alexander Sterling. I stared at his subtle micro-expressions. So moved I nearly cried. Twelve years.

Twelve entire years. I could finally see a human face. Seeing my eyes go red, Alexander panicked. Hey, hey, don't cry. I'm sorry.

I know it was pretty low to come here and pretend to be him. I never meant to actually impersonate Blake. I just wanted to talk to you honestly. Blake did me a favor once. I owed him one.

Please, just please stop crying. I'll make it up to you. Okay? Blake who? What Blake?

I didn't have a single brain cell left to stare on him. Are you busy later?