Heartbeat misses Nick Charlie

I sent him another photo two hours later, the one I took with my phone of us kissing.

Two hours later, I sent him the group photo I took at school on the last day before he left school.

The next morning, I found an old group photo on Tumblr and sent it to him.

Half an hour later, I sent him a photo of us together when we were just together.

In this way, I sent him all the group photos in my mobile phone one by one, and I didn't finish sending them until Monday.

Little "read" signs appear behind each photo, but after Sunday afternoon, he suddenly stopped seeing my messages.

And he never replied to me.He didn't say anything.

I told Victoria right away when I got home from her exams on Monday.

"He doesn't text me back," I said, embarrassingly panicked. "What does he mean?" She stood at the door without taking off her shoes. "Where are those pictures?" she said.

"In my room."

"Go get it."

"What?"

"We dropped it directly into his mailbox."

"Why do you want to do this?"

"Because the information on the phone is very insincere." She shrugged. "You have to act." I smiled. "My sister wouldn't say that. Who are you?"

"A reborn woman who is willing to temporarily abandon my indifference for the sake of romance." She winked at me and put her hands on her chest. "Oh my God, that makes me want to throw up." Victoria's friend Becky drove us there.Becky stared at me in the rearview mirror from time to time on the road, and I was never sure if she liked me or not, but at this point, it didn't matter.

It's actually only a minute's drive to Nick's house, but Victoria said we had to drive there, because the key to the success of this "operation" was to slip away quickly after delivery.I flipped through the photos again in the backseat, am I going to drop them all in the letterbox?Or only part of it?Or just vote for one?I made up my mind and took a pen out of my pocket.