Back when we were young
Marguerite looks at the phone with pink dices hanging from the protector for the thousandth time. She doesn't know what to make of it yet. It's been hours and she hasn't dared to call anyone or go outside.
It's what she wanted, to go back. But for some reason, ever since she's arrived here this feeling of stuffiness and dissatisfaction won't leave her.
Maybe it's because it happened too quickly?
Right, anyone would feel disoriented after staying in a strange place for almost a year before suddenly going back.
She powers on the phones with trembling hands. Why is she trembling? It's no big deal.
"It's no big deal."
She repeats the mantra to herself and quickly clicks on the contact icon.
Chad is the first one that appears. But after scrolling down, she sees many old and forgotten names.
These people... They were her friends in high school.
How come she has their contacts? She overturns the phone and swirls it around.