"I love you." Pharrell repeated. He wanted to confess to Via. He wanted to tell her that all these time, he love her.
"I should call her." Pharrell said and he started his car.
"Aish, she's calling!" He breathe in and out and practiced his line a little before answering his phone.
"Via?"
"I'm at a club. Same one."
"I thought you stopped!"
"Pick me up Rell. I'm dizzy."
"Wait, I'll be right there."
But he didn't end the call and Via didn't too. He just shoved his phone to the car seat and his fingers accidentally touched the speaker. Via was clutching her head. She didn't drink yet but she felt dizzy.
And she didn't noticed the bus about to run over her.
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One Call Away
Short StoryOlivia, a hardworking girl who's too stressed, too stressed that she went out to drink. Apparently she drank too much yes too much that she had to go. She just tap any number and dialed a person. "You're too late." Short story ('･_･')
