One week, I got sick at the worst time: it was finals season at college. I think Bo told Angelina (although I'm not sure) because she started calling me every night asking how I was feeling.
"Miranda, hi".
"Did something happen?"
"No, Miranda, I won't call you every time something happens".
"Okay, that was a little rough".
I sneezed. Man, I hated colds.
"I didn't want to be rude. What I meant is that sometimes I want to call you to know how you're doing".
"That's so sweet, but it's not necessary".
"I think it is! We've been hanging out a ton in the last few months, so I care".
I couldn't help smiling, but I didn't say anything.
"Miranda, are you there?"
"I am here. I am okay, or at least I will be".
"That's reassuring to hear. I've got to go, but I'll call you tomorrow".
Before I could complain, Angelina hung up. That's how it was for the next few days, and, from then on, we started talking daily.
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Heartstrings
Short StoryEven the strangest beginnings can lead to the most meaningful connections. Part I of «The Heart Series».
