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I just wanted to be with her. Then my phone rang. I was right, in the middle of something. My phone started ringing. The sound of my phone ringing was really loud. My phone. It caught my attention. I had to stop what I was doing because my phone was ringing. The sound was really loud, it was like someone slapped me. This made me stop moving. I was with Vivienne. She was holding me. She let go of me. When I let go of Vivienne I saw her face. Vivienne's face was pale. She was looking up at me.

Finite moved close to me to speak, his movements alerted the whole pack present in the sitting room. Ring, ring. That was the sound of a phone ringing. We all looked at each other "Who's phone is that ?" asked Justin. Ring, ring. That was the phone still ringing. I looked everywhere until my eyes landed on the phone by the TV stand. I walked to the phone and was about to pick it up but it stopped. I turned to leave but the phone rang again. I picked it up and placed it on my ear. "Hello?" There was no answer, only the breathing sound of someone could be heard then the phone went dead. Raising my eyebrows in a questioning manner, I turned to face the little crowd that was in my sitting room

He said, ending the call abruptly. The phone slipped from my hand as his final words fell on my ears.

The shrill ringtone cut through the hushed atmosphere of Ava's apartment, disrupting the quiet cocoon she had wrapped herself in. Her phone, an unwelcome intruder, persisted with its insistent call. The name " Jayden " illuminated the screen, triggering a visceral response from Ava. Weariness etched across her face, she let out a subdued hiss, a fleeting release of frustration. Reluctantly, Ava extended her trembling hand to the phone, her movements languid and deliberate. She hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to endure another conversation with Jayden. The decision was made for her as the ceaseless ringing refused to yield, demanding her attention.

I covered myself with the blanket again and looked at the screen, hoping to see a notification email for an interview or something. The ringtone of my cellphone sounded in the distance. It was faced down on my sofa, my mouth slightly open, one foot dangling in the air as the song “Sugar” by Maroon 5 came to a halt. I shifted to readjust myself, pulled the blanket and covered myself up to my chin, but it left my feet exposed. My cellphone rang again, and I squinted my eyes open, stretching my hand over the coffee table in the middle of the living room. The cellphone vibrated to the rhythm of the song. I picked it up and, with closed eyes, slid my finger to answer the untimely call that came s

My phone rings and it ruined my morning routine. I just enjoyed a day off. I sigh and look at the phone screen. Alaia’s name pops up on my phone screen, I pick up the phone “Hello...” I say. “I got a problem!” Alaia says in dismay. “What happened?” I say as my jaws going to drop. “I can’t talk on the phone, you need to come here!” Alaia says.

The line beeped, signaling the end of the call. I pulled the phone away from my ear and glanced at the screen, just to be sure it actually ended. That was really close, but why did he end the call?

The other nodded, “It is bound to end one day. I am sure you enjoyed it while it lasted.” “Of course.” The first girl nodded. It's just a contract, it is bound to end one day …. the words echoed loudly in Aliyah's ears, her smile slowly dropped Aliyah stared down at the ringing phone in her hand … it is bound to end.. the words echoed again. She pushed the words aside and answered her call, forcing a smile on her face.

“Iz, I’m gоіng tо hаvе to go, work іѕ саllіng mе оn the оthеr lіnе. I’m gоіng tо bе ѕtrеtсhеd аѕ іt іѕ расkіng аnd саtсhіng thе train. So I will gіvе уоu a rіng when I gеt thеrе. Bye, bаbу.” Bеfоrе I hаd time to speak, thе line went dead. Nо dіѕсuѕѕіоn. Nоthіng. I ѕаt there dаzеd аnd confused, ѕtіll tіghtlу clutching the рhоnе. Just whеn уоu thought life couldn’t stick thе boot іn аnуmоrе, іt came bасk fоr оnе last gо.

He hit the dial button before he could second-guess anything; he brought his phone to his ear, listening to the ringing sound at the other end. One ring. Two.. Three… Each tick of silence stretches tighter than the last.