June 17, 2022
Thu 26 May, 11:28
Ma died this morning.
I am so, so sorry for your loss.
But…I’m sorry, I think you
have the wrong number.
Are you ok?
Have you always had this number?
For the past three years.
Makes sense. I haven’t spoken to my sister in five.
Is that who you were trying to contact?
I’m sorry. I wish I could help.
It’s fine, don’t worry. I probably should have guessed she wouldn’t have the same number.
I hope you find her.
Sat 28 May, 20:46
Hi. Sorry if this is weird but
…I just wanted to check in
and see if you were ok.
I lost someone last year and…
well, anyway. If you wanna
talk to someone you never
actually have to see, I can
I guess it’s a little weird. But also not?
It’s totally weird. So feel free to
tell me to piss off.
Lol. Too late. You shouldn’t have asked if you didn’t want to follow through.
Sigh. That’s what I get for
pretending to be a nice
Yeah. I’m actually a total jerk irl.
I’ll see your jerk and raise you an arsehole.
Interesting… And what exactly
did you do to warrant this
I don’t think we know each other well enough for that story.
Who was it?
My brother. He was 16.
Some days, I really want to murder that word just so I never have to hear it again. But I get why people say it.
Yeah. It’s one of those words that
has so much meaning it almost
always has none. But…sometimes
it still does. So thanks.
What was your brother’s name?
What was your mum’s name?
Kerry Lynn O’Connor
Yeah. Not sure why I told you that. You’re not gonna start stalking me now are you?
Can’t. Don’t know your
It’s nice to meet you, Evan.
I’ve gotta go. You take care.
Wed 1 Jun, 00:52
Are you awake?
Well I would be now if I wasn’t already.
What, you don’t keep your phone on silent?
You’re kind of a moaner, aren’t you?
Only when I can’t sleep and
it’s almost 1am.
What’s keeping you up?
What’s keeping YOU up?
I asked first.
Bad dreams. I guess. As cliched
as that sounds.
Did you find her?
No. Honestly, I don’t even know if I want to look.
Does that make me a bad person?
I don’t think so. Depends on your motives?
It’ll be easier if I don’t.
I won’t have to face the loss
if I don’t.
That’s my name.
*pulls up Google to proceed with stalking*
*gets 3 billion search results*
It’s nice to meet you, Sarah.
Thanks. You too. But I really need
to sleep now.
Good night, Evan
Fri 3 Jun, 16:46
I found her.
Wow… Wow. What are you
going to do?
Not a fucking clue.
Right, well… What are you feeling
Like someone just ran me over with a bulldozer.
Whew. Ouch. Okay… What about
what’s going through your head?
Don’t overthink it, just tell me
what’s there now.
My sister’s alive. She has a kid. He looks kinda like me but with blue eyes. Same as our mum.
She’s fucking alive, living in the next city over, and she didn’t once try to reach out even though she knew mum wasn’t going to live through this.
And I’m fucking jealous because she looks happy.
Do you want to see her?
I don’t know.
Yes. Although at the moment, I’m not entirely sure why or what for.
Do you want me to come with you?
I don’t even know you.
Maybe that’s a good thing?
I’ll let you know.
Fri 3 Jun, 21:14
Why do you say you’re a jerk?
I thought you’d take that
as a joke.
I made my brother get the bus to
school so I could sleep in a few
extra minutes before work.
He didn’t make it to school.
Why do you say you’re an arsehole?
I kicked my sister out when my mum got sick.
Takes one to know one, I guess.
But I’m also guessing it’s not
No. It’s not, really.
Sun 5 Jun, 12:08
Please tell me you’re free tomorrow afternoon?
I’m free tomorrow afternoon.
Are you actually, though?
I can be. If you need?
Ok. Tell me where.
West Rimmel station, 4pm?
Mon 6 Jun, 15:52
So…I have no idea what you look
like. Also, please don’t kidnap
and murder me.
I was about to say the same thing. Glad we’re on the same page.
Dark blond, 6ft 2, black bomber jacket and jeans.
Also, staring at my phone screen.
Short red hair, 5ft 4, dark green
jumper and jeans.
My mum had red hair.
Why am I more nervous about meeting you than I am about seeing my sister?
The promise of inevitable
What makes you think I’ll be disappointed?
Because real life always is.
This is real life. And no matter what, I’m grateful it was you who ended up with my sister’s old phone number.
Briana Newstead is a travel industry professional who sometimes blogs about fancy cakes and creative hairstyles, although not at the same time. A long-time resident in London, she originally hails from a small town on the outskirts of Melbourne, Australia, where she and her husband dream of one day retiring by the sea. Briana is currently eye deep in a three book series about relationships, music, healing, and self-discovery.