continuum ; s. minter

32.

!odette¡

hoping last night wasn't a dream isn't my problem.

not knowing i'd see him again is.

as i sat at my yellow dining table, legs crossed upon the chair. i stared at this small white piece of paper with a phone number on it.

a phone number and a note that read,

call me when you've eaten
something, i want to
know that you're ok.

-lewis

i sharply turn at the sound of my phone ringing, recognising the number as the same number on the slip of paper.

practically jumping towards my phone, i pick it up. catching my breath before speaking.

"hello?"

"odette? is this odette?"

"yeah- yeah um i-i get that this is lewis from the note that you left, but how did you get my number?"

i almost drop my device as my hip clips the side of my counter, wincing at the irritation.

"that's what i need to explain, you see i know you." he says as i shake my head, not remembering a lewis.

a knock at my door sounds as i look up from placing a bag of ice on my hip.

"lewis, give me one second."

i hear him say "ok" as i limp towards the door, looking through the peephole to see someone i'd never think i'd see again.

i do a double take just to confirm it is who i think it is. fuck....how did this happen? how did he find me? how is he even alive?

i was there, i was right there. i saw him with my own eyes fall into a forever slumber.

my eyes widen as i turn around in a panic, my back and palms against the wall. "look lewis, i-i have to call you back later." i say running towards my phone to turn it off.

"odette wai-"

do i open the door?

god, i'd rather do anything else.

i gulp, holding my breath as i open the door.

"odette?"

"yes it's me...father."