How My Life Was Ruined

040: Melancholic, thus, beautiful

By the time I had finished shower and having dinner, it was already seven in the evening. The days have started getting longer and although it was getting dark there was enough light to see things in our close surroundings.

Resting my hand on the railings of the veranda and looking at the nightlife and night vision of Tokyo after dinner had become something of a routine for me. This was, for me, the best part of every day life.

As I was drowning in the tranquility of this darkness, the phone in my pocket suddenly vibrated.

I was already annoyed at the fact that the message that was just sent to me had disturbed my peaceful moment, but when I looked at who the sender was I was even more irritated.

Without even checking the content of the message, I put my phone back in my pocket.

It continued vibrating for about eight more times. Usually, she would give up after I didn’t respond fpr five minutes but today, she was acting weirdly stubborn.