you didn’t want to answer. the several missed calls, the apologies, all of it. it was pointless. despite the unfinished business, you promised yourself to rather keep it that way.

your phone rang, and rang. “lei lei 🤍” kept popping up on your phone. texts, calls, even as far as emails. you never changed her name.

you clenched your fists, trying hard not to let the tears fall. you’re supposed to be strong, not weak. you sat on your kitchen barstool, staring at the dim kitchen light. you didn’t trust yourself to even glance or touch that phone.

lorelei was your enemy. not just any enemy, no. she was your best friend. keyword: was. you don’t trust her. you can’t trust her. your parents are gone. she did it. she killed them. she took them from you. and she knew how much that would do to you. you can’t trust her. it started from rumors to killing your parents. they were all you had. she knew that. despite being ex best friends, despite being enemies, despite hating each other, why? that question hung in the air. like it was challenging you to answer the phone call just by clicking that one button. it knows after a thousand of apologies, you’ll get your answer. but, is it worth taking that risk?

knock, knock.

shit.