"I'm here in Australia now."
"Oh wow, that was a long flight."
"Yeah, fourteen hours, three dead men, two spilt wines, tons of screaming, a breakdown and several bottles of Panadol later and I'm finally here."
"...I'm not even going to question it anymore. So what are you going to do now?"
"Um, go to my hotel probably and sleep. I'm exhausted as fuck."
"Yeah, well...be sure to rest properly and drink lots of water. Flying tends to dehydrate people because-"
"Okay, Mr Going-To-Med-School, stop patronising me-"
"I'm just looking out for you, okay? And I'll talk to you this Sunday like we promised."
"Yeah definitely. Talk to you soon, Franklin."
"You too, Serena."
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Breakup Helpline [#2 of the Helpline Trilogy]
Short Story[sequel to teen helpline] ❝Hello, this is the Breakup Helpline, designed and manufactured to cater to your brokenhearted needs. How may I help you?❞ ❝My girlfriend...just cheated on me. With my best friend.❞ ❝Um..uh, hold on...oh, fuck...