New York
"I told you I was gonna call," said Gael as he slumped on the bed.
His room still looked the same as it had been when he was still living here. Whenever he comes to New York, he would always choose to stay in this house. Because despite having to remember that his mother was no longer with him every time, many good memories still outweighed the bad.
The other line went silent that he wondered what happened. Pulling the phone away, he checked the screen only to see that the call was still connected—the caller I.D. said: Angel.
'Why isn't she speaking?' he wondered.
He pressed the phone back to his ear and waited for a few beats, trying to listen, yet all he could hear was the faint sound of what seemed like an AC running in the background.
"Angela, you there?" he probed, his brows slightly furrowing.
"Y-Yeah…" Angela finally answered.
