11:11 Mensajes Novels & Stories

Rows. Dates. Times. Fragments of a life in columns. Even from several feet away, Raymond felt his stomach tighten. Greene scanned quickly, eyes moving with trained efficiency. “Volume is heavy,” he said. “How heavy?” Watson asked. “More than three thousand messages between the two numbers across nine months.” Raymond let out a short breath that was almost a laugh. “Nine months.” Greene looked up. “Because communication continued after your return.” “I heard you.” Greene returned to the screen.

Every adjustment I made to sit higher against the pillow produced a response from my ribs that I had stopped acknowledging because acknowledging it didn't change it. For a moment—brief, involuntary—I thought of Saturday. Her wrist in my hand. The way she hadn't pulled away. Then it was gone, filed under things that had no useful purpose at the moment. Leo had sent eleven messages since Sunday night. I had read them all on my phone and replied to three. The phone screen was too small for anything requiring actual thought. The laptop was better. I opened it. Started reading from the beginning of the thread. I started typing with my left hand.

It was just a single line encapsulated in a little pop-up, but it completely sucker punched me in the gut: You have 1 new message: Ms. A [9:25] : Yeah, something came up. Later tonight?

While I was preparing my laptop to start watching, I opened my phone to check my social media app, I got a couple of messages, of course, from Lance. Message 1: "Hi, did you sleep well. I just got up and we have another gig tonight. I wonder when I can talk to you longer." Time of message: 2:15 pm Message 2: "Are you busy? I am waiting for your message." Time of message: 2:42 pm Message 3: "Do I seem so insistent? I just really want to talk to you. Am I starting to be creepy?" Time of message: 3:05 pm

After the conversation I had with Carlos, I decided to read my emails that had accumulated in the last 20 days: Mother: Longing for you DATE: 01/02/2011 Valeria's sister: How is it? DATE: 20/01/2011 Filomena: African Miss DATE:19/01/2011 Mr.X: I NEED TO TALK TO YOU!!! DATE: 15/01/2011 Mr.X: Where are you? DATE: 14/01/2011

Update Scheduel: 11 12/17 AT 12:30 12 12/18 AT 13:30 13 12/19 AT 14:30 14 12/24 AT 12:30 15 12/25 AT 13:30 16 12/26 AT 14:30 17 12/31 AT 12:30 18 12/31 AT 13:30 19 12/31 AT 14:30 20 12/31 AT 14:35

Raising it up for him to see, he snatched it from me. "What's the password?" He asked and I scoffed. "Yeah, I'm not dumb enough to give you my password. What do you want to use my phone to do?" I asked and he rolled his eyes. He stretched it back to me and I collected it opening it still eyeing him. After he saw it was open, he snatched it from me again and opened W******p. I noticed his messages there. On the top list. Was that... 11?! "You sent me 11 messages?" I asked and he nodded his head pinning his chat.

I notice as I pass the window that the sun is rising. Today is Sunday then. I fry a hamburger, egg and bacon to put on a bun with half a lettuce leaf so I don't feel bad afterwards, I eat it slowly with an orange juice until I go to look for my cell phone. I was still a little bad but with more energy. I find the blessed cell phone on the couch and check the messages. * 18 missed calls * +300 messages I see first the calls that one is from Dayane and the rest are all from Miley, there are also 47 messages from her. Call back soon

Mom has only texted me six messages, so why did it show more than twenty new messages? Let me see without a mom who texted me? Oh, the other messages are from Daniel? But why did he text me?

My phone pinged twice and I smiled as I saw Sasha’s messages 11:51 Sasha: Я тебя люблю 11:51 Sasha: (I love you)