He awoke facedown on his desk, the phones vibrations coursing through the thick brown wood. It was her, anytime past midnight, it was always her.
"Jackson, pick me up, please."
"This is the last time, Ophelia, I swear to God."
She waited a beat.
"Oh baby, but it always is."
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Short Story"You're always so angry. You don't just bleed red, Cameron, you are red." eleven teenagers | eleven encounters | eleven colors :: an attempt at the 50 word challenge // all based on real life happenings ::
