"Give me love like her.
Cause lately I've been waking up alone."
— Ed Sheeran.

All the messages in cràp language are intentional. So don't you think I like writing in that language!

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Several calls, texts and even one voicemail. Still no answer. To say she got worried would be an understatement. Her free spirit on a sunny Saturday morning got ruined in seconds.

The entire morning in the restaurant she kept running from table to table taking orders, welcoming customers. But her mind at every moment would wander off to his troubled voice.

Please. Don't call me.

Why was his voice trembling? He must have been lying when he said he was busy. Or maybe he was? It was just some random network problem that made his voice appear to be quivering?

But there was something in his voice, something dark, that made her fear. That filled her mind with thoughts of worst forms.

Was something bothering him? Was he okay?

She messaged these last two sentences after giving a break to spamming him with texts and calls for an hour and a half. Not that she had much hope of getting a reply anyways.

As lunch hour had already passed, the number of customers had decreased. It would start exceeding again, rather in a larger amount, later in the evening.

There was nothing much to do than stare blankly at the shore, where small crowds were dispersed haphazardly, smell the salty wind and run a flashback of all that there could be about past, present, people, and future.

However, few message alert beeps snapped her back to the reality.

There were three messages already. Two from Annabel, replying to her saying that she missed spending vacation with her too, but was rather busy fighting with her younger cousins at the moment. She was in Florida, enjoying a family vacation trip. In general, such trips are loathed widely by teenagers; but to Brittney, it never appeared as anything unenjoyable . The bonds and connections among family members get a little stronger, what is there to hate so much about?

The other message, however, made her heart beat faster. She tried to open it as fast as possible, which actually took more time than usual.

Yes Im not ok. I am not!
Pls stop bothering me wid
those usual 'what happened's

His words had a certain harshness and it hurt her, more than how much it was supposed to be affecting. Given that he was a stranger, with no personal information of his ever revealed to her.

Of course she would not have nagged him with such personal questions. Was she not a human? He did not have to talk like that to her just because he was angry!

But again, his emotion could not be precisely pinpointed as anger. His voice was broken, and trembling. And this made her worried.

God, I won't ask
anything like that!
But can I at least know if you
are fine?

Hey I am really worried, okay?

Im not n a mood/condition
to talk

Where are you?

at home

You are scaring the shit outta me now!
God, something's wrong.

cant type it hurts

Adams, what the fuck!?
What happened to you??

??

i dont wanna b ok

Hey! I will help you be okay.

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Do you know what birthdays are for? They are to make us feel special. To make us feel that among all those holidays, there is a special day which is solely for us! It is to make each human being feel important and precious.

So, today my birthday treat to all of you is this update! That's all I could do. How mature of me to talk so much about 'birthdays', eh? It proves I'm a year older now! :)

The story is finally taking a turn and I'm quite glad about it.

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Until next time (which is gonna be soon btw), Adieu.