There wasn’t any way she’d forget him, right? There had to be a reason why she wasn’t answering his texts. There was no way the number that had been showing up on her phone for weeks was foreign to her. He remembered when he gave it to her in the first place. Her pink locks being messed up and frilled after him trying to brush them out. That was a nice day, and sadly it was one of the last days the boy saw her. He threw his hair up into a ponytail and blinked curiously at the number calling him. Why the hell was Teiru calling him this late? And, calling?
He perked up, pushing up from his frayed couch a bit, pulling the phone away from his ear at the sign of a horrible noise squealing through the phone.
He nodded, hanging up the phone and throwing his hair up into a messy bun. He slipped on a pair of heels over his socks, cursing at himself for matching everything so horribly. He made his way out the door, running as fast as he could down the street. He lost his footing when he was nearly there, scraping one of his cheeks up and breaking one of his heels. He swore loudly, picking up the heel and taking off the shoe, holding them both in one hand as he continued to run for the residence of Teto, as he could have guessed from his experiences. He got to the door and began knocking, his knuckles hitting the door, then the shoe, knuckles, shoe.
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