" Hey."
" Hey, what's up ?"
" You sound mad."
" Nope."
" Amy."
" You barely call me, text me. And I don't know why you took that laptop and didn't even make a video call."
" If you want to tell me something else, do it. I am ready to hear it."
" You sound exhausted."
" I am."
" And ?"
" I was sent to Africa now."
" After two months ?"
" I am here for a week and this is the first time I have signal and can call."
" That bad ?"
" Yeah, I can barely find anyone, that speaks English fluently and the rest are sent from other parts."
" When are you coming ?"
" Three weeks."
" Make sure you won't catch anything."
" Amy, please. This is not funny. Lack of food and water is not a joke."
" You've changed."
" So do you."
" Fuck it. I am hanging up. See you in three weeks."
" Well, I love you, too."
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THE PAIN
Ficción GeneralIt's all about the pain... and all of the memories. The best ones and the very first ones, when her life has changed immeasurably. ✖️ ✖️ ✖️ ❤️ m i l e s t o n e ❤️: [the highest rank] July 6th, 2015 ➳ 123 in General Fiction
