Neil is calling you, my phone said.
Not only was the phone vibrating, but I feel my hands doing the same thing too. I feel a jolt, as if your call was as important as a call from the White House, as if you will never call again in the next hundreds of years, like this was one chance in a lifetime and I had nothing else to lose.
I clicked the answer button, pressed it against my ear, and inhaled as much oxygen as I can store in my lungs. "Hello?"
"Hey, Rae," you responded. And I expect myself to fall off the bed, lie ridiculously on the cold floor, and just stare at the ceiling that seems to be a sky now in my blur.
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Dalliance: Part II
Short StoryThis is not another heartbreak. This is not me crying over a guy who shattered me apart. This is me crying over a guy who I shattered myself. This is me crying over regrets, undecided choices, and the most nonsensical reasons for being apart from hi...
