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I PICKED UP THE PHONE I was in his room, when his phone rang . The sound cut through the quiet afternoon like a sudden intrusion: sharp, insistent, vibrating against the nightstand where he’d left it charging. The screen lit up with the name: Mavrerick. I stared at the phone as it buzzed again, the vibration making the charger cable twitch like a living thing. Last time I saw this number and heard this name was in house in Greece.

Refusing to cry, I walk to the bedroom and lay down in bed so I can stare at the ceiling until sleep takes me. ……… The loud sound of my phone ringing makes my eyes flutter open. I blink against the dim light, my heart racing from the sudden intrusion. I look around trying to search for the source of the ringtone and find it's the Samsung Ultra 25 stone face gave me yesterday. From how sealed it was and all, I could tell it was brand new, which means I have no contacts and can't call anyone until they call me. I slide right to answer when a very cheerful voice reaches my ear.

The guard gave a short nod and left, the click of the door echoing through the silence. I sat down on the velvet sofa, staring at the phone as if it were a live wire. My fingers hovered, afraid to touch it, but the screen lit up on its own. Incoming call. Don Mario. My breath caught. The ringtone echoed through the empty apartment, each note sinking deeper into me, until it felt like the sound itself was inside my bones. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. The phone kept ringing.

She wanted to throw her phone away but it started ringing again, she rejected the call once more and tossed the phone on the bed. Right before she could go back looking for her ring, a message entered her phone and she decided to check it only to gasp when she read the content and her hand covered her mouth as her eyes blurred over with tears, the message read: Craig; I'm calling for your ring or haven't you realized it's missing? It's right here in my room and you can come get it whenever you want. PS: I can't wait to see you ;) Her hand shook and the phone fell off from her hand, he has the ring, he has her ring!

I didn't think it was possible for a phone to sound impatient. The ringing was coming from inside the closet. It stops for a moment before starting again. It wasn’t the tone to Aiden’s phone and I didn’t have one. Searching through the closet, the phone continues to ring, pausing every so often before ringing again. The ringing echoes around me, almost like it is inside my head. I find the phone buried under a pile of Aiden’s jeans.There was no caller I.D on the flashing screen. I answer it anyway. “Bella, at long last.” His low voice rumbles through the phone. It felt like I could smell him too, but that would be impossible. “I have missed our conversations.”

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.

yeah, I was just going to re. "Ring!" My phone suddenly buzzed bolting me out of my comfort zone. I glared at the phone for a few seconds. It rang for a while before it stopped. Heaving a sigh, I returned to my previous position, with my eyes closed breathing in. "Yeah Elena, you might probably not hear from him in..." "Ring!" The phone rang again. This time, I stood up immediately, picking up the phone from the bed where it was and answering it instantly without even glancing at the caller ID.

Jackie opened his eyes and stood up from the floor, he climbed into the bed. __ Ring! Ring! Flow knitted her brow, annoyed by the constant ringing of her phone. She opened her eyes and stretched her body. She looked out of the window and saw that it was already morning. Last night's activities made her so tired. She looked around for her phone which kept ringing non stop, it looked like the caller would not give up calling until she picked up the phone. She took her phone which was in the wardrobe.

Ring…ring…ring… I peal my eyes off of the bare wall and glance down at my phone on the table. My heart slams hard against my chest as the word Queen flashes at me as if something important has happened. I don’t hesitate as I grab my phone and gasp, “Did something happen? Is my brother awake now?”