100 Messages 소설 & 이야기

One unread message waits on the screen, from Leon. 'Come to the den, food’s ready.'

The only difference that set us apart was the fact that I pursued him for five long years. I was just about to leave when I received a text message from Julian. "I'll be waiting for your 100th proposal tomorrow." I smiled faintly before blocking his number and deleting every last trace of him from my contacts. After bidding all my colleagues goodbye, I left the company with my suitcase in hand and headed straight for the airport. ... The next day, Julian kept his word and appeared at city hall in a sleek suit.

Hey. The message sent. I ended the night without a response.

Growing tense, I click on the message and read it. Hello Dev, how has your day been? Well, mine has been good. Did you see the posts, we certainly look good together. By the way, I met your mother earlier this week! She's such an amazing person. She invited me to her birthday party. Would you be coming? I'd love for us to talk more. Have a good night!

My account was flooded with over a hundred messages. Among them was a message from a stranger's account.

Just those eleven words sitting there glowing in the dark of her bedroom like a lit fuse. Her hands were shaking. Who is this? she typed back. The message showed delivered. No reply came.

I was a bit taken back by it, but I quickly checked the time and battery. Both time and battery of my mobile disappointed me. The buzzing sound of the phone was too annoying that I almost threw it down beside me. Finally, after what I felt about receiving 1000 messages, the phone turned off as the battery was only 1% left. I shouldn't have expected much because I haven't charged it in 2 days.

9 - On my way to yours. 10 - You better have a good fucking excuse as to why you’re ignoring me. The first 6 messages were sent over about half an hour. Text message 7, 8 and 9 were sent about 15 minutes ago and message number 10 must have come through just as I got off the phone. I saw I had a missed call too. Wow, that is… intense… I quickly called him, hoping he would answer, though, if he was on his way, He must be driving.

Just great. I open the app to check the message. “Can you come to my room? Need to talk. Just us.”

99+ friend requests, 58 group notifications, 99+ chats, 99+ notification Erric sighed again. Too surreal, he thought upon seeing the numbers. He hasn’t been checking most of them so they don’t go zero at all. What he was seeing now was just the pile of those he hasn’t viewed yet. Or not, but that’s how he wants to think about it.