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The phone rings.
I can't move.
For hours, I was chained to sleep; anchored to the floor of a swimming pool. I could come up for air, but not climb out. I'm awake now, but staying here.
My limbs are weighted.
Or am I playing dead?
The phone stops.
Kaji never got over me, did he?
I thought I was using him that night for what he knew.
And he was probably using me, knowing he had numbered his days. Getting laid one last time.
By his “soulmate”. And trying, one last time, to make her happy.
It rings again.