One last call, just this once.
Never again.
My hands shake as I dial his phone number.
"Malcom Thorne. Who is this?" my breath catches in my throat.
It's been so long.
"Are you happy? Does- does she make you happy?" I ask him a beat after he picks up.
"Auty is that you?"
"Answer the question Mal." I hold my breath, even though I already know what the answer will be.
"Autumn, what's going on, are you okay?" He asks in a worried tone, I hear whispers in coming from his side of the call.
"Please.."
"..."
"... I- I'm sorry to bother you. I shouldn't have called. I hope you and Kate have a good life. Goodbye Malcolm..congratulations, by the way.." I say, rushed.
"Autumn-" there's a pause, and I hear a woman in the back "... I'll see you around okay? I'll call you back just give me a sec-"
"Bye Mal."
Then I end the call.
TW:/ themes such as PTSD and Chronic Illness [correct me if I did anything offensive or incorrect! (I did as much research as I could :( )]
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Her Last Breath
RomanceI never should've called her that night. It should've been me. _____ A record of Autumn's last chapters. She knows it's close, as she lives to do whatever she can do, as her memories and nightmares haunt and taunt her. As her past comes back. She wa...
