[year 18]
March 9.
anin
Rain was pouring down today, and i was looking at it through my window--down, down, down until it reached the groud again, again, and again. Today my stomach ached so bad too, but it was better than last month. Might be because I didn't forget to take my meds, or might be because you called when I should be the one who called you.
"How's your stomach?" Without a single hello. Typical.
I hummed, "Better."
"Have you eaten?"
"Huum. You?"
"I just ate."
"Good."
"Hm."
(I miss you, i miss you, i miss you.)
"Happy birthday."
"Thank you."
"I'm late."
He tsked, "As always."
"Not always. It's because you weren't here last night."
(I miss you, i miss you, i miss you.)
"Will you come home?"
"Do you want to?"
"Don't you want to?"
"I guess."
"You guess?"
(I miss you, i miss you, i miss you.)
"Do you prepare a cake?"
"Will you come home if i have a cake?"
He chuckled, "Maybe."
"I have it. Your favorite. Will you come home?"
(I miss you, i miss you, i miss you.)
"Maybe. Does your stomach still ache?"
"Yes. A little."
(A little too much. My heart too, it was missing you.)
"Will it go away if i come home?"
"You wish."
He laughed, "I'm going home. It's been three days, my back starts to protest. It's gonna kill itself before i have a chance to."
"Glad to know your back still have the ability to feel hurt." I clutched my stomach when it started to hurt again, "buy chocolates on your way home. I'm gonna dying silently while waiting you here, gonna hang up too."
He laughed again. Tsk, the audacity. "The usual?"
"Yes."
"Anything else?"
(You. I want you. I miss you, i miss you, i miss you.)
"No. Be safe."
"Will do. On my way, now."
"Kay. See you."
"See you. I miss you."
(I miss you, i miss you, i miss you.)
"I know." I chuckled, he did that too, "me too."
