RING RING.
"Jennifer?" I wake up and ask. I'd fallen asleep right where I was seated all of yesterday, and the night before. I'm hit with disappointment as I see the red numbers on my alarm blinking and display 7:30.
They didn't call me today. I had relieved myself of my emotions the day before, so I went on with my daily routine the next four days, without Jennifer calling me a single one of them. It started to get to me, and my funeral was also approaching, so I was in quite the mood.
'tallest buildings in london' I plot into the retro Google search bar on my fat computer from the 90's.
"The Shard..." I think to myself. "That's too far away from here. And it's too pointy to stand atop of," I add. This is where I had decided to kill myself.
"Stupid computer, I don't live in America. I can't throw myself off The Empire State," I say, and lightly punch the computer with my incredible spaghetti arm force.
"Heron Tower. Hm. It's tall enough. And it's not too far away, either," I think to myself. I have three days left of PP, and I'm going to commit suicide on the last one. Maybe I'll rethink it and have the classic 'what the fuck am I doing' moment and think back to all our moments together.
The day arrived, and well; that's the story. You got what you asked for, dear Reader. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to yeet myself off this building. Thank you very much.
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The Wake-Up Call
أدب الهواةAU in which quirks don't exist and Kaminari is a miserable office worker and the coincidental victim of Jennifer's morning calls. Contains mature language and mentions of suicide. Please read at your own risk. Severe exposure to sarcasm may occur.
