Hauntings.

I was packing my things when my phone rang. It was a familiar number. I picked up.

Are you really calling?

yeah.

Why?

I just want to talk.

Is this that 20minute call?

yeah. cause 20minutes is all I have of your time.

*speechless for a moment* Not true.

Then why have you not been calling me?

I was packing my things when I looked at my idle phone. I decided to call a familiar number. He picked up.

Why haven't you called?

hmm.

It's like you don't have time anymore. You text me in the morning and you text me when you're about to fall asleep.

sorry. i've just been busy.

It's like you don't care anymore. You don't even text to ask how my day went.

you're like a soul that hasn't been given justice. you keep coming back to haunt me.

what would this summer's conversation be?