・✦・┈┈・✧・┈┈・✦ 𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊
→𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗱
-current Alex !
-The Car era !
・✧ ⁺ ⊹ What Elaine and Alex thought would only be a fake relationship, becomes much more than th...
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I DIDN'T WANT TO ADMIT IT, BUT DEEP INSIDE WAS BURIED the insatiable urge to see Alex's contact name on my phone screen as if at any moment I was going to be the one to take that step for him. Calling too much to ask? Coming from Alex, maybe it was.
My mind could only race with all kinds of possibilities regarding the lack of contact we had experienced for almost a week. Through furrowed brows, I began to ask myself various questions, which became progressively more and more outrageous as time went on.
The urge began to build, too heavy for me. The doubt was more furious than ever. And the intrusive thoughts had unfortunately made their way into my head, targeting the most sensitive areas. from my car, not caring about the nonstop honk that came with it.
"Come on, Alex, just call me," I muttered, unlocking my phone for what seemed like the millionth time in twenty minutes.
I walked slowly past his building, where I hadn't been spending much time lately, but I thought I'd probably better check it out. Now, I was parked in front of his house, wondering if that would be a decent idea.
My eyes wandered outside, allowing my mind to wonder if he was here or not. However, his car wasn't there, something that made me gulp nervously. No light seemed to be illuminating the interior.
I pursed my lips, looking down at my glowing screen that displayed all my contacts. But the only one I could focus on had his name on it. I deliberated, weighing my options and their consequences.
"Fuck it," I whispered to myself, clicking on his contact. It rang a couple of times before his voice was heard through the speakers of my car.
"Hello?" His tone was deep, even rough. I hesitated, feeling a peculiar lump form inside my throat. My leg bounced up and down nervously.
"Where are you, Alex?" I finally asked, playing with my fingers. Silence crept into the call again, but only for a few seconds.
"In London" was his careless reply. I jumped out of my seat, sitting in another position. I got confused and doubted that he was telling the truth. But the tone used said otherwise.
"What do you mean London? Why? When did you leave? You could have told me," I protested, the burning in my throat only appeared to affect my words and the way I would pronounce them.
"Honestly, I don't know. I think I felt like it. I seem to get more inspired every time I'm here. I left yesterday, and forgive me, but I guess I don't have to tell you wherever I go.".It's my life, damn it.'' Unamused, he spoke, pausing now and then to choose his words correctly.
