Maybe it's the innate delirium that comes with the hellish hours of the night, or maybe you've just finally lost it, but you've been laughing at the image displayed on the blinding light of your phone screen for half an hour.
Your face hurts from all the smiling, and you've begun to muffle your wheezes into your flattened pillow, completely gone.
It's a soggy, completely drenched, black cat. Cute animals always pop up on your feed, yes, but this is different! You're entrenched in hysterics because this kitty resembles someone you know to an almost uncanny degree.
Underneath the picture, the caption of the post reads:
🐱 what would his name be?? comment below! #catgram #ca...
Without hesitating any longer, you almost choke on another giggle, swiping your thumb down to add your very correct answer to the pile of suggestions below.
yournameshinjikin: DAN HENG IS HIS NAME ALL OF YOU R WRONG !! 🗣🗣🔥🔥
Satisfied with this, you wipe a nonexistent tear from your eye. You miss your boyfriend dearly, so perhaps you're just seeing him everywhere - but this photo has truly done you in. The kitty also has wide eyes stained river teal, ringed with softer gray patches of fur that resemble the shape of Dan Heng's eyeliner.
...also, he does look as pathetic as the cat and question after a shower. Too bad you won't be seeing him for at least another week; the Astral Express is fickle when it comes to the timing of certain emergency trailblazing expeditions.
Your laughter subsides, and then you're left with an emptiness in your heart.
Both of you try to message everyday, but he is somewhat of (and you say this with love) a dry texter. It's not comparable at all to what it's like spending time with him in person, and he knows that very well. You shift and wiggle back under the covers, assuming snorkmimi position.
Maybe he's thinking about you too. Hopefully. Your phone burns with radiation and low battery from putting off sleep all night, but you decide to delay it just a bit longer. You traverse your windows until you find the neglected messages app, no unreads, as predicted.
But you do almost shoot up in bed when you see the little green bubble in the corner of Dan Heng's icon, signaling that he's online. System time doesn't often sync up with whatever planet he's on, so it makes sense he'd be awake; it's probably the middle of the day where he is.
One little text won't hurt, you decide, hope blossoming in your chest as you open up your last conversation with him. The keyboard thrums under your excited fingertips.
That spark dies almost too fast. You type out various mishmashes of greetings, deleting them as they pop up on screen. Doubts and anxieties that never plague you during the day creep in, forcing you to overthink every single variation of 'I'M GOING TO BLOW UP A LIBRARY IF YOU DON'T GET HOME SOON' and 'u busy? :3'
You huff into the pillow which you've wrestled into your lap, eventually settling on a response, practically chewing your nails to bits like this is a first crush and not your life partner.
The sound of it sending is sobering.
You: [One game attached] Let's play 8 Ball! 🎱
You hope he's eating enough. His little ragtag group (that take up the task of mothering him when you're not around) in your heart, must be enjoying a filling meal at a local restaurant, not at all in peril danger.
To your dread and delight, the little seen indicator pops up beneath the game link. You wait for him to join the match and play a round, but his typing bubble appears. Dan Heng has something to say.
The only thing that could possibly pull you away from your phone right now would be an incoming hurricane. Actually, no, you'd fly away with the wind and rain before that. It vibrates finally--
Dan Heng: Are you okay? It's early over there
Your chest tightens painfully, which you laugh off.
You: yeah ofc!! just adasdawe3u4eusu missing u and stuff. didn't wanna be weird. hope ure having a good deal of fun w everyone
The seen indicator materializes again, but no typing bubble pops up immediately. Why is this so awkward?! Honestly, you should have just chanced your luck and called him instead...
You're in the middle of crafting a topic change before Dan Heng beats you to the punch.
Dan Heng: I miss you as well. The journey has been standard, but I think you would be particularly fond of this planet; I've forwarded some of March's photos to the Express' archives and also your email
You're smiling so hard that it nearly splits your face in half. Email is such a questionable channel of correspondence nowadays... you and him don't work an office job! The mental image of him in a pressed dress shirt and checkered tie is enough to remedy that leftover icky, nagging sadness.
You: YOUY DID???! thank you 😭😭 im gonna check as soon as i clean out all my spam
Dan Heng: Your proclivity for clicking malicious links is... unique.
You miss him so much. A giggle escapes your lips at the halfhearted jab.
You: thats low hanging fruit dan heng............ ill never recover from my broken heart
You: come home soon ok ? also wtf dont ignore my 8 ball invite </3
You almost hear him sigh. Almost. A harrowing minute or two passes.
Dan Heng: [One game attached] It's your move! 🎱
Dan Heng: Go to sleep please
You have reacted to the previous message with '💗'.
Satisfied, your battery flickers at 3%. Thinking of his stupid kissable face, you sit up to charge the device. Before you do so, however, you change his icon from a nice candid to that soggy wet cat from earlier. It'll have to be your lighthouse in the midst of the dense fog until he gets his ass home!
You're looking forward to pestering him. Dan Heng won't put up a fight.
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