My phone blinked: a new message.
“Don’t reply. It’s not me.”
I took a look at it and chuckled. Seriously, you're trying this on me? I shook my head and went back to work for just a few more hours, a small meeting at six, and I'll be done for the day.
I ended the meeting call and walked outside.
A cold gust of wind assaulted me immediately. Is it going to rain? I looked up.
The sky was covered in dark clouds, and the wind was starting to get fiercer. If I had known it was going to rain, I would have brought an umbrella.
I decided to walk home as usual before a rushing man ended up bashing into me.
"Hey, watch it!"
Before I could get my bearings, he was gone.
I picked myself off the cobblestone street, which was, with each second, getting emptier as people rushed for cover. As soon as I stood up, my phone started ringing. I made an effort to reach into my pocket.
And picked it up. "It's me, Jane."
"Yeah?"
"It's about Jake."
"What?!"
My friend had passed away in an accident.
After the funeral, which was held during the stormy weather. I got back to my house and looked at the last message he had sent me.
“Don’t reply. It’s not me.”
I stared at it.
I sighed, just as I was about to close it. My finger hovered over the screen.
The last seen was just a minute ago.
I frowned.
The screen stayed still for a second. Then three dots appeared at the bottom of the chat.
The room suddenly felt quieter than before. Like all the little sounds I hadn’t noticed before had stopped at once.
The hum of my computer fan.
The rain outside.
A cold feeling crept into my chest as I remembered the message again:
Don’t reply. It’s not me.
The three dots never stopped.
Waiting.
I couldn't find the three dots image, so this'll do, I guess.
Inspired by this here.
