~This is a story of fiction based on a real life relationship between two people who love and care for each other.
These characters interact in a manner that not all readers may be able to connect with, but stays true to the dynamic that exists between the real life players behind it.
Please take this into account as you rate and comment, hope you enjoy.~
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I almost fell out of bed when the phone rang. It was after midnight already, no one I knew was ever up that late. Even though I didn't recognize the number, I decided to answer anyway.
"Hello?" My greeting was met with silence on the other end of the line, but something told me not to hang up yet. "Hello?" I asked again and waited.
A woman's voice finally spoke two quiet words, "It's me."
I recognized the voice but was confused to hear it. We'd dated a long time ago and when she'd left it was abrupt, with no warning. No explanation, just goodbye. Why was she calling me after all this time, and why so late? Something wasn't right.
"Are you okay?" I asked cautiously.
"I can't..." she started and then trailed off, "I didn't know who else to call. Are you busy?"
I wasn't sure what to say. "No, but what's going on? I haven't talked to you in forever."
"I know. I'm sorry," she said, her voice cracking. "I really need to talk." It was obvious that she had been crying, and my heart immediately went out to her. Nothing had changed. I still loved her deeply no matter what she had done to me in the past.
"Where are you?" I asked.
"I'll be there in a minute," she said and hung up.
When I opened the door she came past me with that look on her face she always had when she was really upset. It was a sad look like a pouting child makes. I felt for her. I knew it had to be something serious that had made her this unhappy.
I closed the door behind her and put my arms out. "What's wrong?" Turning, she fell into my arms, crying. I didn't know what to say, so I just held her quietly and tried to console her until the sobbing eased and she'd somewhat calmed down.
"I can't explain," she started. "You won't want to hear it." Then somehow I understood. I just knew. The needy phone call out of nowhere, the crying, it all suddenly made sense. This was a broken heart. Someone had finally done to her what she had done to me.
"I'm sorry," I offered, not sure what else could be said.
"I had to see you," she said, tears welling up in her eyes. "I can't sleep. I didn't know where else to go. I know what I did to you back then was wrong, you didn't deserve that. I don't know what's wrong with me!"
"Shhh, stop..." I held her tight and kissed the side of her face, trying to comfort her. No matter what she'd put me through in the past I couldn't help but still love her. She had meant everything to me. I'd never loved anyone as openly and unconditionally as I had her. Holding her now I still felt the same.
I felt her arms tighten around me and I pulled her in close, happy to feel her in my arms. It was as if this familiar embrace was as necessary to my existence as air or water. She might as well have been a part of my own body, a piece of me that I had been missing this whole time.
Suddenly I realized I was feeling the skin of her face flushing against my own. I felt her shift in my arms and I started to step back, trying to think of something to say. "Look..." I started to speak when she suddenly turned, kissing me hard on the mouth. Her kiss felt desperate and full of need. Startled, I pulled away.
"Fine I'm sorry," she said embarrassed. Fresh tears welled up in her eyes and she pulled away as if to leave. Frustrated, I grabbed her arm hard.
"Stop."
"I need to leave," she started, reaching for the door. "I shouldn't be here."
