Joshua closed his phone after staring at Jillian's last message for almost ten minutes. He wanted to cry, but since he's a man, he couldn't. His phone kept on ringing, probably because of their chatroom, but he chose to ignore it.
Binuksan niya ito ulit para sana tawagan ang architect na kausap nila kanina. Plano na kasi nilang magpatayo ng sari-sariling bahay gamit ang mga perang naipon nila. Hindi na kasi natuloy ang pag-uusap nila kanina nang magwalk-out ang architect na iyon sa di malamang dahilan.
"Please leave a message after the beep! Beep—"
❝Hi Ms. Song, this is Mr. Hong Jisoo, a client from today's meeting. Can you please drop by our house tomorrow? He meeting is not yet done. I hope you'll come. Thank you.❞
After sending the voicemail, he was about to close his phone when someone messaged him.
And it was his game.
The human epitome of a game he always want to play.
YOU ARE READING
over • joshua
Short Story❝i am not a game to be played on.❞ over ↷ h.js ❀shuaniverse ; 2019
