Jun 5, 2019
precipice
@omsangyeop
2016, 11:57 p.m. caught in the middle.
he’s unsuspecting, but when has he ever been anything but? it’s just him, the three minutes between now and tomorrow, and a phone number that haeil hasn’t so much as glanced at in a good four years. no hard feelings—or he hopes. the chances are slimmer than the thread that he hangs by. curiosity kills all, cats and a proper grasp at conversation. he attempts it all the same.
thumbing in the digits,he brings the phone to his ear. waits like there’s any reason to wait at all, expecting the presence of none and no one on the other end of the line.