(Arata)
Amidst the happiness of meeting my family and planning the trip for the next few days, texting Karsten skipped my mind.
Once I had returned to my room and changed into my nightdress, I climbed into bed with my phone.
There were 10 notifications of his calls and messages.
Damn! He was going to be furious.
{Arata! Where are you?}
{Reply whenever you see my messages.}
{You were supposed to text me.}
With every message I read I couldn't help but feel guilty. I promised I would text him after landing and totally forgot.
I quickly typed.
{Sorry, I got busy with my family and am just checking my phone. My brother picked me up from the airport and we encountered nothing unusual.}
Hitting send, I let my phone drop on my chest, the flowery cover of my phone facing upwards as I aimlessly traced my fingers on its smooth surface.
My phone pinged instantly. Picking it up, I saw it was Karsten's message. My heart hammered loudly in my chest.
