Ezekiel’s point of view
(11:58 p.m.)
Am I really not too late? Were my worries still capable of being washed away by a sincere apology, and the life I always dreamed of will be achieved with Gia by my side? “Come on, answer.” Calling my fiancée’s phone for the seventh time, I feel more on edge of the cliff as I drove past the limit in the middle of the night. “Please, Gia…please.”
“The person you’re trying to call is currently unavailable. Please leave-”
Ending the call, my hands shakily went and tried to call her again. “Please…please, not yet.” I don’t know what hurts—was it my sore muscles, my head, my chest—everything hurts that even my eyes can barely keep up with the road in front of me. But right now, I can’t give up—especially when I know that my everything is on the line right
