So yeah I’m having exams and well it’s been really hard to continue typing this. I have rote everything in a notebook but I have no time to type it so sorry for the delay. Anyways here it is and remember review are LOVE <33. Love you Hulies!!! And go Hularmy!!! P.S. Don’t kill me.
I wake up, confused by the events of last night.
I search for my phone and find out there are no missed calls or new messages. I stumble out of bed and direct to my living room. I check the mailbox, there is nothing.
I go back to bed and I know I shouldn’t be expecting something. Maybe I should call you. I dial your number and after a few tones it sends me to voice mail. I throw it and go back to sleep.
1 week has passed. Damn I need to do something besides reaching for my phone, checking the mailbox and calling Hugh. It has become a routine. I still cry when I hang up. It’s pathetic. I’m pathetic, where are you? I miss you.
I have talked to some friends but I can’t tell them how I feel, they wouldn’t understand or they would tell and both options aren’t good. A ring. I immediately jump off the bed and answer, expecting your voice.
“Alo?”
“Lisa?” Not the voice I expect. Some tears appear but I shrug them. I need to be strong.
“Hey” I know the voice though.
”Hey, how are you?” I wish she haven’t called. I want to hang up already.
“Fine I guess. Why the call?2 I respond coldly, I’m not in the mood of chatting and gossiping. I haven’t been in one loooong week.
”I’m sorry if I interrupt. I was just wondering-“
“I’m not doing private interviews Rachel, sorry”
“It isn’t that. I haven’t seen you go out in days. I think you needed someone to hang out with and have some fun. We could go to a bar or something.”
“I don’t feel like hanging out with friends.” Is she even a friend? I mean I did talk to hger this week but I didn’t tell her much, we just chat. Or did I tell her more?
“It’ll cheer you up. I know you’re worried about Hugh’s accident and-“
“You don’t know what you are talking about.” And she really doesn’t, I am not just worried I’m dying without him. Maybe if I go out I could get distracted and maybe I could meet someone and start forgetting him. I will never forget him probably but he has forgotten me or at least that’s what it seems. He won’t suffer if he sees me with another man right? I hope he will.
”So that’s a no?”
“No that’s a yes.” I say ready to get revenge. Of what, I don’t know since he doesn’t care anymore. I guess he had one of those life changing events or something and he changed his mind. But he must have still feelings for me. I really hope so.
”Ok then I’ll pick you up at 8. I also need to talk to you so I’ll see you later.”
“Yeah, I’ll see ya later.”
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She wants you out of her life. You hurt her.
So hang the damn phone!
It’s ringing. Hang up, hang up, hang up! Damn I can’t! I want to talk to her. She must have already heard the phone and she has and ID caller. Just hang up!
I finally hang up. I shouldn’t have I need to talk to her. I want to hear her voice.
I still can’t remember everything since therapy started Monday. I just remember being at your home one night holding you. Probably the best feeling on earth. I will continue with therapy and I’ll remember everything, I hope. What happened that night after the cuddling?
I remember smelling your hair and whipping your tears but I don’t know why. Aargh! I hate this, stupid accident. I will probably be at your side now if I could only remember.
I love her so much and I miss her even more. I need to clear this out. I have to talk to Jo.
I wake up, confused by the events of last night.
I search for my phone and find out there are no missed calls or new messages. I stumble out of bed and direct to my living room. I check the mailbox, there is nothing.
I go back to bed and I know I shouldn’t be expecting something. Maybe I should call you. I dial your number and after a few tones it sends me to voice mail. I throw it and go back to sleep.
1 week has passed. Damn I need to do something besides reaching for my phone, checking the mailbox and calling Hugh. It has become a routine. I still cry when I hang up. It’s pathetic. I’m pathetic, where are you? I miss you.
I have talked to some friends but I can’t tell them how I feel, they wouldn’t understand or they would tell and both options aren’t good. A ring. I immediately jump off the bed and answer, expecting your voice.
“Alo?”
“Lisa?” Not the voice I expect. Some tears appear but I shrug them. I need to be strong.
“Hey” I know the voice though.
”Hey, how are you?” I wish she haven’t called. I want to hang up already.
“Fine I guess. Why the call?2 I respond coldly, I’m not in the mood of chatting and gossiping. I haven’t been in one loooong week.
”I’m sorry if I interrupt. I was just wondering-“
“I’m not doing private interviews Rachel, sorry”
“It isn’t that. I haven’t seen you go out in days. I think you needed someone to hang out with and have some fun. We could go to a bar or something.”
“I don’t feel like hanging out with friends.” Is she even a friend? I mean I did talk to hger this week but I didn’t tell her much, we just chat. Or did I tell her more?
“It’ll cheer you up. I know you’re worried about Hugh’s accident and-“
“You don’t know what you are talking about.” And she really doesn’t, I am not just worried I’m dying without him. Maybe if I go out I could get distracted and maybe I could meet someone and start forgetting him. I will never forget him probably but he has forgotten me or at least that’s what it seems. He won’t suffer if he sees me with another man right? I hope he will.
”So that’s a no?”
“No that’s a yes.” I say ready to get revenge. Of what, I don’t know since he doesn’t care anymore. I guess he had one of those life changing events or something and he changed his mind. But he must have still feelings for me. I really hope so.
”Ok then I’ll pick you up at 8. I also need to talk to you so I’ll see you later.”
“Yeah, I’ll see ya later.”
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She wants you out of her life. You hurt her.
So hang the damn phone!
It’s ringing. Hang up, hang up, hang up! Damn I can’t! I want to talk to her. She must have already heard the phone and she has and ID caller. Just hang up!
I finally hang up. I shouldn’t have I need to talk to her. I want to hear her voice.
I still can’t remember everything since therapy started Monday. I just remember being at your home one night holding you. Probably the best feeling on earth. I will continue with therapy and I’ll remember everything, I hope. What happened that night after the cuddling?
I remember smelling your hair and whipping your tears but I don’t know why. Aargh! I hate this, stupid accident. I will probably be at your side now if I could only remember.
I love her so much and I miss her even more. I need to clear this out. I have to talk to Jo.
