”Line 49, this is Junsu.”
Silence.
”How can I help you?”
She exhales and shifts the telephone in her hand to make sure the puff of air can be heard on the other end.
“It’s alright, you can speak to me. I’m here for you.”
She feels a tiny laugh bubbling up at the absurdity of the statement, but it never makes it past her lips. Just knowing that
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