Chapter 71
Chapter Seventy-One
Private Message | EchoZone Internal Chat
To: DeadStrings
Subject: Vague Alarms
I hope this Monday is gentler than your weekend was.
(And yes, I mean that both spiritually and in terms of caffeine access.)
But also—what do you mean it was “exhausting”?
That was it.
Five words, no punctuation, and then radio silence.
“Weekend was exhausting. Talk later.”
Do you know how unnerving it is to receive that at midnight on a Sunday after not chatting for almost a week?
It’s like the emotional equivalent of a car alarm going off once and then nothing.
I don’t know if you went off-grid to wrestle your demons or just did your laundry and fell asleep in a towel.
Please advise.
Or send a weirdly specific song that communicates everything you didn’t say.
You’re good at that.