if she wasn’t going to answer the dozen on times he called her, she probably wasn’t going to this time either. he knew that. still, he hit her number one more time, leaning his head against the window as he tried to ignore krista’s sympathetic and worried gaze. his eyes looked to the rain pouring outside, expecting to hear the sound of nadine’s voicemail again when he heard a click at the last second, and the sound of someone breathing on the other end. he sat up, alert, glancing to krista for a second before pressing his phone closer to his ear. stay calm, darian, don’t fight with her. ❝ nadine ? fuck, nadine. ❞ he tried to keep his tone even, but he was pretty sure the worry was lacing his words. ❝ ------------ where are you ? ❞
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