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Buzz
Buzz
Buzz
Anne glanced at her phone that rested on the table as she applied mascara on her lashes. She looked down at her watch and noted it was barely 7 in the morning.
Who could it be? She thought. It was too early here in England for someone to contact her and it was too late in Canada for someone to still awake unless they had a night out on Tuesday night which was absurd! Anne ignored it because she was currently busy and in a hurry.
Finishing her make-up by applying her favourite peach lipstick on her lips, Anne smiled at her own reflection in the mirror—satisfied with how the make-up made her look more professional and more mature. She flew all the way from Toronto to London because she was asked to be one of the speakers in an important conference about racism that was still happening against people of colour in schools and public places in general—she had to look professional for this so people would take her words more seriously.
Twenty minutes later, Anne had just finished ironing her attire for the day when she heard her phone vibrating on top of the table again.
Buzz
Buzz
Buzz
Buzz
Frowning, Anne strode towards the table. Her heart was picking up a beat because she thought that something serious probably happened back home to her loved ones—something bad. She took the phone from the table and saw the notification; it was all from Gilbert. Biting her lip in worries, her fingers did a quick job at unlocking the phone and she was now reading through the text Gilbert had sent her.
6:49
Anne, I have a xonfesson to make.
I am in love with you.
Will you be my gielfroend??!!!!
Anne threw her head back and laughed heartily. She wiped the tears that were caused by her hard laughter—careful not to smudge the perfectly applied mascara. When she had calmed down and the laughter totally died down, she continued reading the rest of the text from Gilbert.
7:11
My love, I'm drunk.
Bash dumped a glass of cold water on top of my head and I'm quite sober now. I just want to tell you in case you got worried because of the previous texts. You don't have to reply. I know you're going to be busy today.
Sorry to disturb your morning and I know it's so stupid of me to get drunk on a Tuesday night. Luckily, my shift starts at 2 pm so I can get some rest.
I miss you so much, Anne-girl. It hurts. Can't wait till I can see you and kiss you again. Have a great day, love!
A soft smile grazed Anne's face as she read through her fiancé's texts. She had missed him too and longed to feel his arms around her when she woke up. She then would always kiss his splendid chin and he'd respond by giving her a chaste kiss on the lips (they agreed no funny business before brushing their teeth because morning breath was gross) before they got out of bed and started the day.
Knowing that Gilbert was okay and no one was in danger, Anne left the phone on the table. She followed Gilbert's suggestion not to reply to his texts because they both know; once they started a conversation, it would go on for hours and Anne really needed to be ready before 7:20 if she wanted to have some breakfast before the car that was assigned to pick her comes.
Only a few more days until she flies back home to Canada—to Gilbert. A few more days until she gets to be in his arms again.
Anne just got in the backseat of the car when she felt a vibration from inside her bag. She took out the phone, expecting Gilbert again but turns out it was from Bash.
7:32
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Tried to stop him from drinking but he won't listen.
Now I have to carry him to the car and drive him home.
Do me a favour, Anne. Next time you have to leave for days, bring this moke with you. He tends to be unbearably overdramatic whenever you are away as if his world crumbles down.
Anne stifled her giggles. She opened the picture Bash sent to her and zoomed in to look at Gilbert peacefully sleeping with his cheek flat on a bar counter—smiling a little. She smiled softly while looking at him but then something else in the picture caught her attention away from his handsome face.
Gilbert was holding his phone in his hand and it rested on the bar counter right in front of his chest. His phone was unlocked and on the screen was a picture from 6 years ago when Anne was 21.
She remembered vividly that that picture was taken on the same day when Gilbert confessed his feelings for her and asked her to be more than just best friends.
