Phoenix
Part 57: Hope
Sanem stands by the window, absently scrolling through her phone. Then, suddenly, she dials.
Her voice is careful, gentle.
SANEM:
“Phoenix? Hi… I’m not bothering you, am I?”
On the other end, a tired, cautious sigh.
PHOENIX:
“No. Go ahead.”
Sanem swallows, her voice more restrained than before—this time she can’t let anything slip.
SANEM (slowly):
“I checked your contract… and there’s something important in it.”
Phoenix audibly tenses.
PHOENIX:
“What is it?”
SANEM:
“Officially, you still have to work for two more months.
That’s the notice period.”
The silence stretches—long, tense, yet heavy with unspoken emotion.
PHOENIX (with a bittersweet, Phoenix-like irony):
“Two months… okay.
I can handle that.”
She’s not happy—but she’s not running either.
That familiar tone: I’ll smile so I don’t cry.
Sanem doesn’t add anything.
No goals. No plans. No hope revealed.
She simply listens to Phoenix’s breathing.
SANEM (gently):
“Alright. That’s all I wanted to tell you.
If you need anything… I’m here.”
Phoenix replies softly, tired—but still polite.
PHOENIX:
“Thank you, Sanem.
We’ll… talk later.”
The call ends.
Sanem looks at the phone, a faint smile on her face, but she says nothing out loud.
Two months, Phoenix… and you have no idea how much that might mean.
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