|| "Ophello was silly. He questioned everything he could have been certain of, could have believed, had faith in. He was jealous and questioning and let those two things cloud his mind and rule him. This was the birth of a tragedy." ||
"I'll prove he's real!" I droned again, trying to reinforce the thought. I got to Perseus's number in my phone and pressed dial as quick as I could.
I put it on speaker phone and waited for it to ring. My heart thudding hard in my chest. My aunt had crossed her arms, bored with this conversation, ready to move on. More than anything, angry at my insisting. But I wouldn't give up, I wouldn't question he was really there. I wouldn't.
Instead of ringing, a dial tone and a voice were heard on the reciever.
" T h i s n u m b e r h a s b e e n d i s c o n n e c t e d.
T h e n u m b e r y o u t r i e d t o c a l l w a s i n c o r r e c t
p l e a s e h a n g u p a n d t r y a g a i n ."
My face dropped at the same time as my phone did. It crashed to the floor as I felt myself run pale. My heart stopped. My eyes wide on my aunts sceptical expression that was becoming triumphant.
"Maybe he got a new phone? Yes, that's it. Or something happened to it..." I rambled on anxiously, pacing towards the door.
"Face it, Imogen, he simply doesn't exist. If this is about what happened to your parents..."
"It's not!" I hissed. "I'll prove to you he's real... At my writing workshop! He'll be there!"
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IMAGINARY || REALITY
Short StoryIn IMAGINARY: Imogen is a girl who appears to be trapped in her imagination. At first this is a blissful escape, until she starts to question what's real and certain strong dreams bring her back to reality. /to/ REALITY essentially follows Imogen c...
