9/11 [JAMILTON] [PART TWO // ANGST]

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The line rings again and again, a total of six times. I'm shaking, tears are falling down my face. The line stops trying to call him and I'm throwing the phone. It's an old phone as I said, I have my own phone to use. I pull it out, calling Alex again.

No answer.

Again.

I resist the urge to throw my phone, reminding myself it's my only thing left of Alexander if he died. Instead, I stuff it into my back pocket and sprint out of my office. It's practically empty, except you can hear cries from other office buildings.

I rush past those rooms, tears streaming down my face as well. I get downstairs and run to the next block where you can see the World Trade Center. Sure enough, it's on fire.

I call my mom.

"M-Mom?" My voice. I sound like Alex- dead.

"Thomas!" She exclaims. If we weren't talking over the phone, I'm sure from the tone of her voice she would hug me.

"Alex... he works on the higher floors... Fire."

"I know, sweetie. D-Do you need anything?"

"Yes," I nod my head, staring at the burning building in disbelief, "I need Alexander."

~~~

Alex doesn't come home that night. His body got disintegrated in the building and I can't have a proper funeral for him. I celebrate his birthday every year.

My Alexander... I'll see you again one day.

~~~

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