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weird black commando gear people had turned up? But to what end?
It just didn't make sense, and not knowing where Matt was or what he was up to was driving her crazy.
So finally, before the delivery van from the local supermarket had even pulled out of their road, she picked up the phone for one last message.
"If you don't respond, I'm reporting you missing with the police."
She bit her lips and waited, tears stinging in her eyes. How long she should wait for, she wasn't sure, but it was all she could think to do.
When the phone buzzed, about a minute later, she got so startled she almost dropped it to the floor.
"Don't do that. Everything will be explained in time."
From terrified, Leah reverted to being angry. So all this time he had just simply chosen not to answer her! The nerve. And what a weird, impersonal reply as well!
Fine. In that case, she didn't need to concern herself with this bullshit anymore.
Leah threw the phone onto the counter and started work on the order she should have been focusing on instead of obsessing about Matt.
Day after day went by, and Leah kept on feeling low. It was like all the joy had been sapped from her, like nothing could make her smile.
And all because of a guy she hadn't even properly met.
It wasn't that she didn't have work to do and just set idle all day. Not at all. She had plenty on her plate. It was just that after a whole day of keeping busy, she had nothing to look forward to anymore. That's what she told herself anyway.
She had never had a large friend circle, only keeping a select few people close. Over the years of working at the call center, with all those night shifts, those few friends had drifted apart as well, so she'd mainly interacted with her colleagues.
In this new place, she had nobody. She certainly wasn't about to count Carrie as a new friend, no matter how often she chose to drop by for a chat - something that had been happening every other day or so since Matt's disappearance.
Leah hadn't told Carrie much about her contact with Matt, only that she'd left him a note to say hello. But for some reason, Carrie must have been suspecting something. That was why she kept coming over, kept prying, however subtly for information about Matt.
It was weird.
Still, the days kept on passing drearily, and Leah started to get used to the emptiness left behind by the uninhabited house next door.
On the tenth night, another strange, windowless van pulled into the street. It was late, so the neighbors would probably be asleep, but not Leah. She was making herself a hot chocolate in the kitchen and happened to be looking out the window when it happened.
The people in black were back.
She took a sip and observed a strange man she'd never seen before get out of the driver's side door and walk to the other side, opening the passenger door for someone else.
Matt.
Leah held her breath.
He was back.
The other man patted Matt on the shoulder, and then they embraced for but a second. The whole scene was eerie.
They seemed so similar. Their hair, their frames, even the way they carried themselves, as though no burden was too heavy to carry, no obstacle too tall to cross.
Her heartbeat sped up against her will.
What did she care if he came back? Matt had been toying with her all along, and especially since that night these people had first shown up.
Leah swallowed the lump that had developed in her throat upon seeing him.
That was when he turned around, and she panicked. Her kitchen was lit up like a stage while the street was much darker. He'd be able to see her much clearer than she could see him.
Shit, shit, shit!
She quickly jumped into action and left, pretending to herself that she'd never even noticed any movement outside the window.
He'd assume she hadn't seen him, right?
Way to play it cool, you idiot,
Leah chided herself.
After leaving the kitchen, she took a round of her living room and hall, making sure the extra dead bolts she'd had installed were
It just didn't make sense, and not knowing where Matt was or what he was up to was driving her crazy.
So finally, before the delivery van from the local supermarket had even pulled out of their road, she picked up the phone for one last message.
"If you don't respond, I'm reporting you missing with the police."
She bit her lips and waited, tears stinging in her eyes. How long she should wait for, she wasn't sure, but it was all she could think to do.
When the phone buzzed, about a minute later, she got so startled she almost dropped it to the floor.
"Don't do that. Everything will be explained in time."
From terrified, Leah reverted to being angry. So all this time he had just simply chosen not to answer her! The nerve. And what a weird, impersonal reply as well!
Fine. In that case, she didn't need to concern herself with this bullshit anymore.
Leah threw the phone onto the counter and started work on the order she should have been focusing on instead of obsessing about Matt.
Day after day went by, and Leah kept on feeling low. It was like all the joy had been sapped from her, like nothing could make her smile.
And all because of a guy she hadn't even properly met.
It wasn't that she didn't have work to do and just set idle all day. Not at all. She had plenty on her plate. It was just that after a whole day of keeping busy, she had nothing to look forward to anymore. That's what she told herself anyway.
She had never had a large friend circle, only keeping a select few people close. Over the years of working at the call center, with all those night shifts, those few friends had drifted apart as well, so she'd mainly interacted with her colleagues.
In this new place, she had nobody. She certainly wasn't about to count Carrie as a new friend, no matter how often she chose to drop by for a chat - something that had been happening every other day or so since Matt's disappearance.
Leah hadn't told Carrie much about her contact with Matt, only that she'd left him a note to say hello. But for some reason, Carrie must have been suspecting something. That was why she kept coming over, kept prying, however subtly for information about Matt.
It was weird.
Still, the days kept on passing drearily, and Leah started to get used to the emptiness left behind by the uninhabited house next door.
On the tenth night, another strange, windowless van pulled into the street. It was late, so the neighbors would probably be asleep, but not Leah. She was making herself a hot chocolate in the kitchen and happened to be looking out the window when it happened.
The people in black were back.
She took a sip and observed a strange man she'd never seen before get out of the driver's side door and walk to the other side, opening the passenger door for someone else.
Matt.
Leah held her breath.
He was back.
The other man patted Matt on the shoulder, and then they embraced for but a second. The whole scene was eerie.
They seemed so similar. Their hair, their frames, even the way they carried themselves, as though no burden was too heavy to carry, no obstacle too tall to cross.
Her heartbeat sped up against her will.
What did she care if he came back? Matt had been toying with her all along, and especially since that night these people had first shown up.
Leah swallowed the lump that had developed in her throat upon seeing him.
That was when he turned around, and she panicked. Her kitchen was lit up like a stage while the street was much darker. He'd be able to see her much clearer than she could see him.
Shit, shit, shit!
She quickly jumped into action and left, pretending to herself that she'd never even noticed any movement outside the window.
He'd assume she hadn't seen him, right?
Way to play it cool, you idiot,
Leah chided herself.
After leaving the kitchen, she took a round of her living room and hall, making sure the extra dead bolts she'd had installed were
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