Tears down her cheeks. Emotions raging, heart pounding, brains on the edge of a nasty burst. With the remaining energy she had, (her last, that would be) she reached for the phone. Her second best friend, she likes to acknowledge it. She was never the expert at befriending a lifeless machine. They don't top the list. Not hers.
08170841334....
The dial tone frustrated her innermost. Dial tones always do. That friendly voice was essential to her sanity and she needed it as soon as it was possible. It was always friendly and happy, it always tries to, anyway. And what other voice does one need to hear?
More dial tones...
And finally, the voice.
"Hey"
"Hey"
"I love you."
Oh God. She had dialed the wrong number. Or so she thought. She went through her phonebook, just in case. It's not like she did not have it memorized, all these years. She went through it anyway, but his number she did not find. She memorized all emergency numbers.
But those words, she did not need. Not tonight.
Tears down her cheeks. Emotions raging, heart pounding, brains on the edge of a nasty burst. Alone she stayed.
Never ever date your best friend. Never. Ever. Ever.
3 Comments:
Creez!! Sick! I'm serious!! You should write a book.. Man!! Those few lines made me want to read more.. I AM SERIOUS!! Go write a book!!
Oh Chris..
Aldz
ha. that's a long way to go, if it is to happen at all, but thank youu aldz!
C
Oh coty! :)
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