Logan_Cross
Native: Sanborn City
Affiliation: Rogerdale City
Rank: Silver Tag
Partner: Solo
(3 Missed calls from Marcus)
(2 Missed calls from Gwen)
Marcus: COLLEN!!
Marcus: WHAT THE FUCK?!
Marcus: ANSWER THE CALL, DAMMIT!!
(7 Missed calls from Marcus)
(1 Missed call from George)
Rover_High: Guys! @Logan_Cross 's partnership status changed!
Just_Tina52: Hold on, I just checked! It's real! Even @Ezra_Collen 's status has been updated! Did their partnership dissolve??
Megan_Luckdown: About time, I tell you! Everyone in Rogerdale knew @Ezra_Collen was only dragging @Logan_Cross down.
(8 Missed calls from Marcus)
(2 Missed calls from George)
(3 Missed calls from Gwen)
Gwen: What the Fuck is all this on Nexus?? And where the Fuck are these two?! Why aren't they answering their phones?!
Marcus: Are they asleep??
Gwen: Better be in a Fucking Coma to ignore this many calls!!
Collen is typing...
My finger hovers over the 'send' button, hesitation gripping me like a vise. After a moment, I delete everything and set the phone aside, ignoring its incessant buzzing with texts and calls.
Marcus: COLLEN!!
Marcus: Holy Fuck!!
Marcus: Answer the Fucking phone!
(9 Missed calls from Marcus)
Marcus: COLLEN!!
Collen: What is it?
Marcus: ...
Gwen: 'What is it'?? You're asking 'What is it'?? Have you seen the fucking Nexus??
Gwen: Some sort of error in the HQ's data caused your and Logan's partner status to change! The entire Nexus believes your partnership has dissolved!!
Marcus: And you two won't answer our Fucking calls!!
Collen: It's not an error. It's true. Our partnership dissolved.
Gwen: What??
Marcus: What the fuck?!
Marcus: HOW??
(10 Missed calls from Marcus)
(4 Missed calls from Gwen)
(11 Missed calls from Marcus)
Gwen: Can you answer the Damn phone?!
Collen: Please, stop calling me. There's not much to tell. He's gone.
Collen: Logan's gone
Tears choke me as my own text feels like a punch to the gut. I switch off my phone—plunging the dark kitchen into deeper shadows—and place it aside. Leaning against the counter, I clutch the bottle of whiskey, my only solace in this moment of despair. I take a long swig, permitting the burning liquid to sear its way down my throat in the hope it will numb the constant ache inside.
