=7:29am, 12th June 2016="Wake up, Naya."
"Just let me sleep, another minute."
"Sweetheart..."
"Silas, please."
"It's your mother, you silly child. Do you think of Silas so often that you-"
[Naya's mother brings her hand to touch her forehead, sensing her burning skin.]
"Oh no. Naya Everton wake up, you're burning up."
"Silas... please just let me fucking be."
"Your temperature is off the roof. I'm calling your dad."
[After yelling for Michael, he rushes into the room, checking on her temperature. Beads of sweat roll down her forehead and her neck as Naya's body suffers small convulsions.]
"This won't do. Fiona, we got to get her to the hospital."
"She's never like this... God, what is happening to her?"
[Hurriedly, Michael gingerly scoops Naya into his arms, her head weakly lying on his chest.]
"My baby girl..."
"Silas..."
PARAGUAY
"Hi, this is Naya. Sorry I can't come to the phone now, please leave a message!"
"Miss Everton, you aren't picking up your phone or even looking at my messages."
"And you said we'd talk in the morning, what a liar."
"Jared's calling for me. But before I go, I've got a question for you today. Do you know how much I'm in love with you?"
"A lot. So call me back, sweetheart and be safe alright?Muah."
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-sorry im late. updates coming later and tomorrow, promise.-
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Short StoryShort story with tablespoons of romance, teaspoons of comedy and pinches of drama. highest @ #12, thank you for all the love - "Who the fuck is this? It's five in the morning!" "What a rude salutation. This is Silas and I'm supposed to wake you up...