It's been 3 weeks, why was she not picking up?
RING.
RING.
RING.
"Hello! This is Marinette. Sorry I can't answer your call at this moment, I'm most likely very busy. Do leave a message and I'll respond back as soon as I can. Thank you!"
Luka Couffaine usually hung up before he could hear the voicemail. Every call was the same result. He was starting to become very anxious as his desperation kicked in further with every attempt. All he kept hearing was her voicemail.
He exhaled with frustration clear in his expression and tone, he placed the phone on his desk and decided to try again later after a nap. He shockingly wasn't in the mood to practice a new song.
His heavy eyes closed and drifted off to sleep, only dreaming of his melodic angel.
A few hours later, the guitarist decided to try yet again. He dialled Marinette's number, pure worry took over as he waited for her to pick up.
RING.
RING.
RING.
"Hello!"
His entire body lit up with joy, "Mari-!"
"This is Marinette. Sorry I can't answer your call at this moment, I'm most likely very busy. Do leave a message and I'll respond back as soon as I can. Thank you!"
Of course, this happened every time. Her voicemail constantly gave him a glimmer of hope every time before the harsh reality sets in. It always tormented him.
"Marinette please! Why aren't you answering?!" His shouts echo as his extremely rare anger took over, throwing his phone across the room.
He regulates his shaky breaths and calms down, immediately regretting what he did, pacing over to make sure his phone wasn't broken. His mother wouldn't like it if he started calling Marinette from the house phone.
Luka tried once again, deciding this time to leave a voice message.
"Hello! This is Marinette. Sorry I can't answer your call at this moment, I'm most likely very busy. Do leave a message and I'll respond back as soon as I can. Thank you!"
BEEP.
"Hey Marinette… God I don't know where to begin. I'm sorry for calling you so many times. I… I miss you so much. I just want to hear your voice again. Please answer back… I love you."
When the sun rose up, he checked his phone. Nothing. He'll try again.
However, the voicemail was different this time, along with the voice.
"We're sorry, but the number you have called has been disconnected. If you believe this to be an error. Hang up and re-dial."
He froze in disbelief. He kept calling over and over with the same haunting message to greet him in despair. Tears started to prick his eyes. He was hyperventilating to no end.
His sister walked in their shared bedroom, quickly noticing her brother's condition as she ran up to him and held him as he collapsed to the floor, calling out for their mother who immediately sped in and hugged her son tight.
Luka held onto his family as though they were his lifeline. His tears finally escaping.
"Mom, Jules. Why won't she call me back?"
The both of them didn't have the heart to tell him the truth.
They didn't want to remind him that Marinette Dupain-Cheng died.