"He was no longer a man.
Just a shadow made of
memories & regrets."After reading Eva's letter for the fiftieth time, David pressed his phone to his ear and the rim of a Jack Daniel's bottle to his lips.
"The number you have dialed has been changed, disconnected, or is no longer in service."
"If you feel that you have reached this recording in error please check the number and try your call again," David recited along with the robotic operator, having learned her entire script at this point.
David sighed as he put his phone down, struggling to accept that she was gone and there was no way to reach her. All of her social media had been either deactivated or deleted. At first, he suspected that she had just blocked him from everything, but after making a new fake account and still not finding any sign of her, he knew she'd fallen out of the face of the internet as much as the earth.
Despite that, he still wasn't convinced that his so-called friends didn't have a new number from her and weren't talking to her behind his back, the same way they had all gotten a chance to say goodbye to her behind his back.
"Hey! Did Guillermo like the play?"
David had been raving all week to him about his absent father coming to one of his events for the first time, so when he stood broodingly in front of his desk, it was the first thing his drama teacher could think to say.
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Small World
Teen FictionHonestly? It's a story in which every possible trope/cliché imaginable is thrown into ONE big book. Come join this group of friends on their coming-of-age journey 🎒📓 ⚠️Includes: graphic sex, violence, drugs, profanity, and some Spanish dialogue