Mangreal

“Call me as soon as you get this, Dean.” You recorded the same voice mail for God knows how many times in the past two hours. With those fragile, shaky hands you pressed a button ‘end’ and plopped down on the couch again, biting your nails and staring at the TV screen which was broken. It casted dull colours on your face from those cracked lines. You could say that the same problem would appear if the channel that you wanted to watch would just shut down and not work anymore. You lifted your legs up, curling yourself safely like a ball. I guess this night was one of the nights where you will just lay down and think ab