He had things to do on the phone.
At first, he ignored all the records of missed calls and texts. It was intimidating and he felt bad about it. He slowly began to delete the missed calls from Cambria and Zac; he kept the voicemails but didn’t listen to them. It seemed wrong.
The text messages were a different story; he had begun to go through them. A lot for Cambria. Some from Zac. Some from his other friends. His boss telling him he was fired. One from his sister.
He didn’t know what to tell everyone.
On a day when Cambria and Zac were both out and was feeling particularly empty, he was desperate enough to try and pick up the pieces of his life.
He had a few messages from Cassie. He skimmed over them and debated for over an hour before he finally responded to her last one.
All the messages seemed to blur together, but they had the same general message: ‘Where are you, are you okay, are you dead.’ Sometimes they asked him to come home, sometimes they asked him to be okay.
He didn’t know what to say, exactly, but his fingers slowly moved across the screen and he texted back, ‘Yeah, I’m alive.’
Pressing send took fifteen minutes in itself. He held his phone for a second afterwards and then laid it down next to him as he curled up on the couch and tried to watch whatever was on the television.
Kaefaux
