“We need to meet. Tonight. Usual time and place.”
Erving read the message on his screen with a look of annoyance. It wasn’t the first time Amina had messaged him from a dummy account, but he had told her to stop. Sending him direct messages and emails wasn't safe. He preferred to keep their recent conversations offline.
“She never listens,” He grumbled to himself as he scratched at the stubble on his chin. “At least she was smart enough to be vague.” Exasperated, he turned away from his computer, accidentally knocking over a cup of half-eaten ramen. He let out a defeated sigh as he watched the last of his dinner drip onto the floor.
“Son of a bitch,” he muttered, as he scooped what he could back into the cup and then reached for a roll of paper towels. “It was still warm too…”As he dried up the soup he then took a long look around his disheveled apartment. This was probably the most cleaning he had done in a while. There were empty cans everywhere, his bed was unmade, and the dirty clothes in his clothes basket threatened to avalanche.
He rubbed his eyes, “When was the last time I cleaned?” he thought to himself. “Was it last week or last month…?”
He couldn’t even remember. At least, he couldn’t remember the last time he had cleaned up independent of some random meal mishap. Erving’s mind has been preoccupied for a long while now. His pursuit of the Collective had become all encompassing so things like picking up after himself had fallen to the wayside. His mind had tended to become hyper fixated on random things, but in the last year it had only gotten worse. Ever since he lost his twin sister, things hadn’t been the same...
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