When my mom finally left me alone and I could go up to my room, I had five missed calls from Bo, and three from Angelina. Both of them had also left me voicemails. I first pressed Bo's.
"Where the fuck are you? Did you leave the party? You promised me to take me home, Miranda. Now I have to ask others, ugh".
Shit. No matter what decision I made, I was going to get into trouble. I pressed Angelina's.
"Mir, hey. I've been crying and I couldn't find you anywhere. Where are you? Please call me when you get this".
I hesitated to call her back. I wanted to know what it was about, but at the same time, facing Angelina made me nervous. All the "what if" questions came to my mind: what if it was about me, if I was the one who had made her cry?
With mom back, my emotions were becoming too much to handle. So I didn't reach out to Angelina.
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Heartstrings
Short StoryEven the strangest beginnings can lead to the most meaningful connections. Part I of «The Heart Series».
