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"One never knows whether it's the end of something or the start of something new. "
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Flicking his dark burgundy hair, a sigh left past his blood red lips. With a gruesome nod and a determined stance, he picked up his black, sleep phone to call his best friend over for some advice. Trying his best to remember the new number, he pressed the call button but suddenly his eyes fell upon the number 6 instead of 9, he'd written in his phone and cut the call. He almost instantly ended the call and left a sigh but this time, out of relief.

Busy with her chores and sweat all over her body, she let our a tired groan as soon as her hips touched the red couch, as if ready to drown herself in a much needed sleep. And just when her eyes were about to close, her phone began ringing. Before she could pick it up, it ended, adding to her never ending list of frustration.

One missed call and one single thread built by two people unknowingly.

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