All I wanted to hear was his voice again.I didn't care what he said. I just wanted to know if he was safe. It had been a week since I'd heard from him, and our last conversation had been less than promising. We had talked about everything for about five minutes and we hung up. My thoughts were running into each other. I just wanted some form of contact. I was so worried.
The phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hello this is Vorizen East, and we would like to talk to you about a..."
I did not want to hear it.
"Fuck off!", I hung up.
I normally did not blow up on the phone. But I didn't want to hear it. It was not who I was hoping for.
Why won't he call me back? I had called him 3 days before, got no answer and left a message.
The last three days had been horrible, filled with worry, depression and doubt. I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't sleep and felt sick.
The phone rang again.
"Hello,"
"Hey how's it goin? Long time no hear from.", it was my ex. We had broken up a year ago but still remained good friends.
"Hey Mark. Doing pretty good. How about yourself?"
"Doin great! I met this cute guy at the club last night."
"Cool what's his name?"
"Eh don't remember, but he was a great fuck."
Yea that was Mark. Shallow as hell and very to the point about it. he was a good guy though at heart and helped me outta some really hard times.
"Right, well Mark I gotta go. Great to hear you're doin well. Talk to yah later, "
"Will do love yah babe,"
"You too, bye.", I hung up the phone.
It was a nice diversion for a sec, well sort of. But I still just wanted him to call. I don't care what he has to say, whether its over, whether we need time apart whether...
The phone rang again.
I didn't want to answer. I knew it wasn't him. If only it was.
"Hello?"
"Hey baby,"
Relief.
