Emergency Phone

Luca left, and I stayed behind.

The apartment was quiet. Too quiet. It wasn’t until around lunchtime that the stillness began to wear on me. I had no phone. No way to contact anyone. No distractions. Just... silence.

Out of boredom and frustration, I wandered into the kitchen. I wasn’t exactly angry, just restless. I started rummaging through the cabinets, hoping for something to make me feel less alone. To my surprise, I found junk food tucked away, packaged crepes, cookies, biscuits... whatever it was, it would do. I grabbed some and munched on them like a kid hiding snacks under their bed. It became my only form of entertainment as the hours dragged on.

Time passed slowly. I watched the light shift across the room, the way the sun slowly dipped below the skyline. By the time it finally disappeared, casting the apartment into dusky shadows, I was on edge.

Then, the door opened. Something in me froze. My heart skipped. I didn’t know why, but I was suddenly on high alert, breath caugh