» missed call
@sbt-kaede That afternoon, Miyu took off from a nearby cafe after her cup of freshly made green juice and a piece of egg sandwich. She combed the streets she had grown to know too well and went on to her job where she was made to change to tons of different clothes and had her hair styled in ways she couldn’t even begin to imagine. The photoshoot for the next issue of CanCam went on until the sun almost went down as it was chased by gently by the moon. She had no time to check on her phone at all. And when she did, she was met with a surprise. It wasn’t her phone. It wasn’t an iPhone 6 in a pretty pastel case with a gudetama plug nor was it a brand new rose gold phone with a picture of her and her mother and father as the lock screen. It was something that felt and looked entirely unfamiliar within her hands. There was no mistaking that the device that she held was not hers and her brain ran faster than her body ever had done, trying to think of how this could have happened. Her fingers though – pretty and manicured and painted pink – had a mind on their own as they danced on the screen of the thankfully unlocked phone as she dialed her own number, hoping to God that someone would pick up her phone.
