Zane

Saint: Talk to me.

Saint: Fallon...

Saint: I'm sorry.

Saint: We need to talk.

Saint: Look, ignore me all you want but I refuse to go away. I'm like a disease.

I stared down at my phone. In all my desperation, I was pretty sure I just told the girl I care about that I was like a disease. And I wasn't even drunk. It was a completely sober text. Damn it.

Saint: But a good disease.

Shit. I just made it ...