RESPITE
A short period of rest or relief from something difficult or unpleasant.
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Heru's entire body froze.
That voice was so damn distinct.
Soft.
Sweet.
Innocent.
Truly one of one.
Although quite confused about this particular, random call, deep down, he was happy to know that she was still alive.
Silence continued to whistle through the line, as Heru continued to stand idle, in the middle of his room.
It was almost eleven thirty and the fact that she clearly hand a contraband phone told him all he needed to know.
He'd been in jail before and was well aware of what most women did to get such things on the inside.
Either sexual favors or a friend or family member that was damn good at getting it in for them.
He didn't want to think about the first way.
"How...how are you?"
She broke the silence, which he was thankful for, given he was still at a loss for words, as he was currently scatter brained.
"Um...I'm good. I been good. How are you?" He questioned back.
"I'm okay. Thanks for asking."
A nervous laugh emitted from Heru's mouth.
She was still so damn formal.
"Don't mention it. Yo, whose phone you on?" Heru couldn't help it. He just had to know.
"My friend. It's hers. At least until the morning. Their doing sweeps later."
"Oh...damn, okay," Heru darted his eyes around now.
More silence.
It was a very still, quiet, on her end. She was obviously sneaking on the phone to call him.
It had to have been for a reason.
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The Moth and the Flame
General Fiction"Don't ever walk away from me, cause I'd never walk away from you." Mature Content 2-11-2025
