Aurelia walked up the steps of her house, keys in hand and a dark look on her face.
The neighborhood had been quiet except for the occasional passing cars, which did not help her ongoing battle with isolation and loneliness.
The quieter it was, the louder her thoughts were, and so she entered her empty home which housed quiet so large a drop of a pin would be highly audible, her head filled with a mass of concepts.
She trudged her way up to her room, carrying her jacket in her hand as she threw her keys onto the desk and collapsed on her bed.
She waited a while, her mind the only thing keeping her company, and it wasn’t good company. All she had were regrets and scenarios of brighter futures had she made better decisions in the past.
Suddenly she heard a ring come from the other side of the room. It wasn’t coming from her cellphone, but from the vintage telephone she had found in her house when she first moved in.
She had spent weeks trying to repair it but eventually gave up, but now it seemed to be fully operational.
She ran to the phone and answered, "Hello?"
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