Zella hesitated to pick up the dial. She sat down in the dark, living roo, with only the terrace lights shone in through the heavy curtains. Zella put the earpiece, hearing the ringing, waiting for the numbers to get punched in. She hadn't got a single clue of what to say to Leo if she ever reached him.
A few hours ago, they're holding each other against their throats. It would be too ironic to see both of them talking after the whirlwind destroyed their trust to one another. Zella had to note it was enough to be wrecked before leaving than being okay after it suddenly ended.
Zella turned to the number, and knew that it's the same combination she memorized. Leo liked to share his personal things with her, and even the home dial, Zella knew all of it. Staying at that moment with Leo felt surreal. Zella had been on the cloud nine for a long time.
