The silence in the cafeteria was deafening.
Pulsar sat at the edge of a bench, one leg bouncing nervously as her phone rested in her trembling hands. Her heart felt like it was being squeezed by an iron grip as her thumb hovered over the keypad.
She stared at the screen and a blank expression masked the storm of emotions inside her.
"There's no point hesitating now…"
She managed to whisper to herself.
"At least I still have his number memorized. Even if he blocked me, I can still reach him with a different line. Y-, Yeah, that's good…"
Taking a deep breath, she typed out Scott's number. Each digit felt heavier than the last, as if she were etching them into stone. The moment she pressed [Call] her chest tightened. She closed her eyes and clutched the phone with both hands as she silently pleaded.
『Pick up… please… just pick up…』
The phone rang once, twice, three times.
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