The New Number

Thursday, 11:51 PM

+1 612 *** ***: Hey Trevor. It's me

Trevor: Hello? Who is this, I don't have this number saved

+1 612 *** ***: wow, way to disappoint, Trevor. I had to get a new number. But I know you recognize me

Trevor: I don't know who you are. How did you get my number?

+1 612 *** ***: it'd be weirder if I didn't. Remember summer 2019? That apartment in Nerja with the broken blinds

Friday, 12:00 AM

Trevor: who are you

+1 612 *** ***: the Nerja apartment where we broke up and then made up that same night because it started raining and we were both scared of thunderstorms

Trevor: I never told anyone that. Ever

+1 612 *** ***: I know

Trevor: She died in February. I was at her funeral. You can't be her.

+1 612 *** ***: Yeah, February 17th, it was snowing. You were wearing that blue coat I hated that you bought because you said it made you look like a teddy bear

Trevor: stop

+1 612 *** ***: I don't want to stop, it took everything to get this far

Trevor: what do you want

+1 612 *** ***: to know you're okay, to know you ate this week, to know you haven't been holed up in your apartment for two weeks straight

Trevor: how do you know that?

+1 612 *** ***: because I know you, and because I see you when I look

Trevor: see me where?

+1 612 *** ***: Trevor, I know this is scary, but I need you to know you're not alone. And there are things you shouldn't keep bottled up so much.

Trevor: what things?

+1 612 *** ***: what you never got to tell me in the hospital, what you left unsaid.

Trevor: that I'm sorry

+1 612 *** ***: I know, Trevor.