บท 498: Failure's Guilt

A harsh sound churned out from my speaker, it sounded like wind, if the wind was a pounding hammer and her phone's microphone was a bent nail. It was all a blur too, a hazy blocky, stuttery white of poor reception.

Of course, the call starts dying now. Crystal-clear and somewhat pristine before, but the second something somewhat important needed to be seen - it starts acting up. 

Almost as if the divine internet gods deemed me unworthy, that I didn't deserve to see it… to see her again, and was deliberately weakening the signal where I'm at more than it already was.

Even Irene's voice sounded like a robot malfunctioning.

"So..rry… phone… ell…" was the best I could decipher as she spoke up. "Anyw… Dy- Ee her?"