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ETTA ♛
No signature, no initial, not a single visible hint as to who the message was from. Because, in all honesty, there was absolutely no need.
Etta knew who it was from, of course she did. Over the months that she'd spent with the man, she'd become tuned into his every trait, his every habit, the way he spoke, the way he texted. Etta could still probably sense the man nearby with just the sound of his god damn footsteps. And so she knew, straight away, that Luke Hemmings had somehow managed to get a new number, and work his way through finding her own.
He'd been successful; Etta had been staring at the proof of this for the past half an hour.
Tired eyes repeated scanned over the words, understanding each of them as they appeared, only to become completely lost once she finished the full sentence. It was as if her mind couldn't quite comprehend the fact that somehow, Luke had breached through one of her many ways of removing him from her life forever.
He had her number now, Etta didn't want to know what that meant for her. Sure, she could just block him, but what was the point? The man was smart, he probably had it memorised should she ever try to break contact off with him again. He was also not short for money, and could buy as many phones as numbers Etta blocked. It sounded extreme, but this was the same man who had promised to pick her up from the airport after her own father's funeral, before ditching her completely and fucking off into the sunset with a girl he claimed to despise.
