Message in a bottle (fiction)

I had just finished the last chapter of my book when I noticed her at a distance. I was already devastated and delirious. In the middle of the process that comes when you finish a book for good. At first I couldn't tell if she was moving. Everytime she got closer, I’d avert my gaze, then glance at her again and she'd be at the same spot she was at before.

Before this, before everything, I received a strange voicemail. It told me to be careful out here in Laguna. I had been to this beach a thousand times before so I wasnt worried. Besides, I receive strange voicemails all the time. Mostly spoken by people in a hurry.

The one before this lasted three minutes. It was the longest one i’d gotten since they started. I had just gotten home from the store when I heard a man’s voice, nervous and wailing. He was calling me from the kitchen and I answered.

“What do you want - why do you call?”

Another three minutes had gone by in silence as our hearts pounded together in sync. It was just enough time for me to read his mind. His delicate, greedy, meaty mind. And right as I gathered the words "like" or "as", something broke on the inside. A colossal mess, like shattered glass, had pierced my ears. His line went blank. It was over.

I’d probably get another call soon, so I wasn't worried.

What worries me now is whether or not this girl and I will make it. I sat up in the sand to look at her. Her dress was white and her eyes were gold. Radiante light surrounded her figure like she was glowing.

At first, it was a hum. So mellow and turbulent that I blamed it on the sea. Then the hum turned into a voice. A voice I had been practicing to hear. To communicate telepathically. I tilted my head at her earrings. Silver pendants that made her blush because I wanted them. She took them off and placed them in my palm. She told me I was lucky. She told me how gruesome those voicemails were but that I was brave to listen. To listen to a stranger without a clue what’ll come out of their mouth. Because what they could say could spoil everything. Like the ending to a book. A secret world that only I know exists.