Hello you little chipmunks! I have 3 things to say to you: Number 1
So, I know this is probably the shortest chapter I will ever upload but I just had some spare time and I was like why not?
2. at the beginning of the story I mentioned that Samantha’s family is from Mexico but she lived in both Mexico and the US and that is how she learned English. Leo on the other hand just knows Spanish but I really didn’t feel like translating everything from the first chapters. But now through out the story there will be some Spanish speaking not as much as you think but yeah some so at the end of the chapter I will have the translations for those that don’t know Spanish(:
and last but not least literally all of the readers are ghost readers so I will update once the chapter get at least five votes or the story in general.
Have a nice cold day!!!!! X. oh and ignore my lack-of-imagination titles....
Chapter 16:
I’d like to think that in life things happen for a reason, that faith has chosen our destiny and that the things we do will lead us to our purpose; and if that’s the case then fuck life.
As I was walking to my apartment I contemplated my scenery. It has been almost three years since I came to London and not once have I had the change to admire its beauty nor visited any of its historical venues. The only thing I’ve had the privilege to enjoy has been its weather; I love it, especially the winter. I believe I have found the place for me and my weird body temperature, I just don’t get how I could be cold when back in Texas it was 90 degrees outside most of the time.
I pulled out my phone from my pocket to look at the alert I received 10 min ago.
**Leo’s B-Day**
Shit. How old was he now? 21? 22? I can’t believe I still tortured myself by adding his birthday in my calendar after all this years. I should’ve of erased it a long long time ago, I just can’t bring myself to do it; I’m afraid I’ll forget, which apparently I am doing because I did indeed forget it.
After debating for five minutes whether I should call him or not I decided I should, just to take it off my chest.
I stop mid-way to my apartment to scroll through my phone trying to find his number because apparently I can’t multitask. Finding his number wasn’t hard I barely have any contacts.
“Bingo!” cabooya I found his number.
My thumb brushed the little phone icon on my phone.
“Do it Samantha,” my subconscious said. I hate her. My thumb pressed the little icon and I brought my phone to my ear and continued walking home.
*Ring*
*Ring*
*Ring*
“Voicemail. Great,” I whispered to myself.
“Hola, es Leo. Si no sabes quien soy lo mas seguro esque estes hablando al numero equivocado, pero si sabes quien soy entonces deja tu mensaje y si eres Samantha ya sabes donde vivo.” I could hear my laugh on the background. That has been his voicemail since we were kids. God, his voice. It had been a while since I last heard his voice; I wondered how would it sound now? He would probably have a deep manly voice.
“Hola Leo, soy yo Samantha. Solo te hablaba para decirte Feliz Cumplea;os! Y decirte que estoy bien Londres es todo lo que esperaba que fuera. Desearia que lo pudieras disfrutar conmigo pero los dos sabemos…”
*Beep*
“Shit.” I took my phone from my ear and looked at it.
Since when are voicemails this short? I looked up again and saw I was just outside the apartments where my roommate and I live.
Translation:
“Hi, this is Leo. If you don’t know who I am you are probably calling the wrong number but if you do know me then leave a message and if you are Samantha you know where I live.”
“Hi Leo, it’s me Samantha. I was just calling to tell you Happy Birthday! And letting you know that I am okay, London has been everything I expected it to be. I wish you could be here enjoying it with me but we both know…”
