Regine Iman Thomas
There was a day that JoVaughn lost his phone. We had gone to a gazillion places that day. When we got home was when he noticed it was missing. When I asked him how the hell he didnt notice something so important had been absent for so long, he told me that there was no reason for him to touch his phone when he was with me.
It was then that I realized I hadnt even bothered to check mine either. And it was also then that I realized how important he was to me. Regine, the social media queen hadnt even taken one glance at her phone that whole day because JoVaughn had all her attention.
After racking his brain to figure out where he could have left it, he had come up with a full list of places it could be. Neither one of us wanted to trace our tracks.
I remembered Find My iPhone. He told me his login and we located it. The restaurant he'd left it in closed at 7pm and we made it there around 6:50pm. Just in time for him to get his phone.
Now I hoped I was just in time to catch him before he does something stupid.
I thanked God with every bit of my being that i'd managed to remember his iCloud password. The Find My iPhone app was taking for ever and a day to locate him. It could have been the trash wifi from the hospital. Or it could have been working just fine and I was just so eager that I couldnt wait a mere five to ten seconds for his location.
It finally popped up. I wasted no time starting up the car and driving over.
I felt myself grow anxious when I realized he was exactly where I thought. The same place I had dreamt. The same place he had confessed to trying to take his life before.
And that filled me with an eerie feeling.
I quickly hopped out of the car and made sure to lock the doors before making the quickest dash up stairs in my life. My legs were burning like hell but I didnt care. Now wasnt the time for me to care. I would focus on strengthening my limbs the next time I went to the gym.
When I finally reached the roof of the building, I was heaving out of breath. It was to the point that my mouth was dry and I was dry coughing. Stairs and dance classes were two different types of exercise apparently.
Finally looking up, I saw him squatted down looking over the edge. How he wasnt dizzy was beyond me. I was already nauseous and I had only been up here like ten seconds.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" I semi-yelled at him.
"Swear I told you not to worry about me" I heard him say. I finally caught my breath and made my way over to him.
"I had a bad dream. You were going to jump. I couldnt let it go" I was standing a short distance behind him because I was afraid to get too close.
