her phone vibrated in her pocket, in the middle of class. without looking the screen, she pushed the power button and the vibrating abruptly stopped.
the bell rang for lunch and genevieve stayed behind in class, powering on her phone, to find a notification.
you have one new voicemail.
she exited the school towards the back door and walked to the empty park. sitting on the park bench, she bit her lip and put her phone to her ear.
for the twenty seconds, there was no sound.
and then, a very faint,
"genevieve."
another ten second pause.
"i -i," he stammered.
another pause.
"genevieve," he pleaded.
lennon always had this confident persona, over text, on the phone. but this voicemail showed an entirely different side to him.
the sound of his broken voice broke h e r .
a u t h o r ' s n o t e :
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YOU ARE READING
good morning, sunshine
Short Storya story about them; through a series of texts. "you don't need to meet someone in real life to meet the real them" 「 copyright @simrankdhaliwal highest rank - first in short story lowercase intended for stylistic purposes 」
