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35 | till forever falls apart

35. TILL FOREVER FALLS APART

— ANAIS' POV

Anais finds herself sighing exasperatedly as she's frantically typing and clicking on the keyboard of her phone to send a text to Jay, who apparently didn't respond to her for the past twenty four hours. Though it'd be understandable if she was left on seen for an hour or two, but for the whole day whereas it freaked the hell of her? Totally not cool. She thought to herself. She tried to give him a call, but he couldn't be reached. She left hundred of messages in his inbox, but still nothing was return at all.

The thing about Anais is that, she didn't mind receiving all those most dry messages from Jay as long as he'd be returning a simple text as a response, reminding her that he was busy or prioritising his work atleast. But Jay's not texting back explains a lot about him as a workaholic man — that he's the type of a person that would focus on one thing, and shifts his focus to that one thing only.

Giving her last best shot, she hits another send button — in hopes that there'd be a quick response from him, but still her phone's notification is seemingly quiet than ever. Anais pushes the sight of her phone away on her working table, leaning her back into the chair and massaging her temple lightly from the intensity she's having at the moment. The laptop's screen flickers in her  eyes — the unfinished project seems to be stuck in the same page since yesterday as her brain couldn't solely focus on what's on the plate, as it whirls back to Jay.

Two years have passed since both of them started dating each other but it was almost seldom for Jay to act nonchalant around her. He's the type of a man that never missed his chance to spend every ticking second  with her — giving her calls, sending her his silly updates, recommending her some songs to listen to — stuffs that most long-distance couples would do to keep things alive again. There was only one time where he'd be caught up with tight schedules and forgot to return her his texts.

He admitted that, that one time was his fault and mistake, but it almost never happened again after that incident. But as in right now, Anais is getting the same silent response as before — which in fact had happened a long time ago and it's a worrying situation to her, wrecking her brain and heart to the core. The fact that she's not worried of being cheated on or whatever, but instead what if he's involved in some sort of accidents that could've hurt himself and wouldn't be able to ask for some help?

She brushes those unwelcome thoughts out of her brain, shaking her head repeatedly before trying to gain her focus and start typing on her laptop again. She tries as best she could to pour some ideas and makes some progression on the task until the lunch hour. Anais decides to have a lunch date with Mrs. Choi — the lunch time was rather lively and chatty coming from Mrs. Choi's side, but Anais' gaze still lingers at her phone that sits on the side of her food tray, waiting for what it seems like million years to hear those notification from her boyfriend.

The way Anais would immerse into Mrs. Choi's conversation, but her ears will perk up quickly every minute a notification pops up across the screen. Turns out, it was just some junk email notifications that flooded up her inbox after all. Still, nothing from Jay. Even when she's back at her working desk, her phone has been quiet than ever, to the point that she's starting to feel sick in her guts at those long silence from him. It feels as though this response is killing her inside.

Anais resumes back to her incomplete task — it was a slow progress, since it took her a whole day to pour, pour, and pour more idea out of her brain. Spilling out the remaining ideas as if she's squeezing out those lemons dry for those juice, filling up a whole jug just to earn those outcomes in return.

Since it's Friday, and she couldn't afford to procrastinate the remaining task until next week anymore, Anais decided to stay back a little longer at the office to finish them by that day. In between completing her work, Anais would check on her notifications too just incase. But to her dismay, all of her texts are still on delivered longer than ever. She sighs profusely, leaning into her chair and massaging the bridge of her nose, watching the sky grows darker outside.