eccedentesiast // c.h

twenty

my legs have been running for the past thirty minutes, and i’m starting to feel the burn. my heart is beating too fast and i am running out of breath – and i don’t know where i am going.

i slowed down my pace and walked. it was still dark, the moon was still up, giving the trees around me a sinister look. the branches seemed to position in a way that they were hands, and the stars behind them looked like staring eyes that pierce through my soul, as if they were taunting me.

a shudder ran through my spine as i thought. i just kept walking, with no sense of direction nor reason.

i took out the ipod from my bag, and slid my finger across, unlocking the gadget. somehow, there was a nagging feeling in me, that there was something in here. there’s a reason behind this.

just like before, there were no music, no photos, videos or any other apps, just the ones that were built in, like the camera, the calendar, alarm, the voice memos.

i frowned.

voice memos.

my heart started to beat faster as i tapped on the app.

it opened, and just as i thought, there were contents.

i realized i have been holding my breath, so i let it out shakily. i looked for a spot to sit on, and i found it under an oak tree. i sat down and leaned my back against the hard wood and took out my earphones –

i clicked on the first one.

“hello, this is your host, DJ Fifteen, and you are listening to The Things I Wish I’ve Said by yours truly.”  a smooth, almost velvety voice rang in my ears.

“you might be wondering why you’ve received this. well, basically it means that i have something to tell you. so sit back, and enjoy.”

the recording ended and i found myself clicking on the next one.

this was going to be eventful.

-

it has only been fifteen minutes, the sun is starting to peek, and i have reached the last voice memo.

the past ones were her messages to her family, friends, but none of it has mentioned me. so why was i given this? and i don’t even know who this is, but something in my heart tells me that i do.

sighing heavily, i clicked on the last recording.

“calum hood. my darling.”

my breath hitched and i feel like i couldn’t move.

could… could this be?