Noctis looked over at the alarm clock on the nightstand.
11:50 pm.
His phone began to buzz controllably and he answered it before it had a chance to fall off the table.
"Hello?"
"Yes, is this, Noctis?" it was an unfamiliar voice. The sounds in the background were loud, like there was some kind of emergency.
"Yeah, why?"
"I wish I didn't have to be the one to tell you, but your fiancé, Leah, has been in a major accident. She was dead on the scene and was holding her phone with your number in it."
He felt tears run down his face, "o-oh..." was all that he could say.
"I really am terribly sorry. I know how bad this must feel."
"Yeah. Thanks."
He hung up the phone not waiting for a reply, hoping that was a prank he played along with, and yet, he knew it wasn't. He lay back down and closed his eyes, letting himself drift into an uneasy sleep.
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White Lines
Teen FictionSTOP! READ THIS BEFORE YOU READ THIS STORY: Boys can have the same problems girls have. Boys can self harm, be depressed, hate their lives, hate themselves, be lonely, anything that a girl can be. No, that does not make those boys pussies or faggots...
