BEEN calling her for hours now but to no avail.
12:51 PM and yet, I am still as awake as an owl, trying to contact the only person I could always and forever rely on.
This contact is currently available, please try agai—
Fuck.
"Fuck this." I mumbled, anger starting to rise from the pits of my own emotions.
The anger I was feeling wasn't intended for her, and instead, for myself.
Angry for not knowing where she is at the moment, oblivious of her current whereabouts, as I tapped on the tiled floors on her house's front door before knocking for the umpteenth time only to let the sound it makes resonate around the area.
Frustrated, I opened my app and chatted her.
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Saphy✨
Dude, where TF are you at right now? I'm in front of your house and I'm starting to grow some mold here.
delivered at 12:56 pm
Saph? Sapphire? Sapphire, I know my message have successfully reached you, you hoe. It says delivered and I know the meaning of that shit.
delivered at 1:01 am
Sapphire. Where are you?
delivered at 1:04 am
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Still nothing.
Why aren't you bothering to reply to me? It's not like you to do so, Sapphire...
Tired and frustrated, I sat on the floor, my hands covering my face I took a deep breath before looking at the view right in front of me.
All I want to say to her is that I'm inviting her to a celebration after breaking up with the girl I've been with for two years, and trying to be with someone I've been with for almost the whole cycle of my still-processing life.
Sighing, I stood up and walked away towards my motorcycle with the keys tucked inside my pants' front pockets only to stop midway as I felt my phone vibrate from my jacket's breast pockets.
Why? Does it bother you if I don't tell you that I'm leaving for good?
sent at 1:15 am
Fuck.
"N-No. I'm feeling b-bothered right now..."
