The flower you never saw

Thirteen

Three days had gone by since I originally arrived here.
My mother would call every night and inquire me about the workload.
My father was a wonderful person, he never allowed me to believe as if I did a mistake by coming here.
Both of my parents were truly a blessing.

The telephone nearby my father's desk chimed out, catching my attention.
My father was currently unavailable as he had gone to the conference office to plan for his next schedule.
I picked up the phone and the mesh on the telephone began tallying.

"Hello, can I speak to Noah Hayes, please?"

Was it hearing it correctly?
The voice that never vacated my imagination, the voice that could impose me to ease with just some mere words, the voice of a divine being.

"Dan?"

"Oh my God, hey Noah" he sounded as cheerful as ever.

I could sense him smiling from the other barrier of the telephone.
I could visualize him conversing with me face to face without any difficulty, it's like he dwells in my psyche rent-free.

"How's everything there?"

"Yeah good, how did they let you on the phone? And how did you even get the number?"

"Oh I'm using a payphone and about the number, I'm not stupid, Noah! I asked your mom. By the way, I won't be able to call you daily though"

"Once in a while is a lot for me, you just don't know how much happy I am right now!"

There was a short silence before he spoke

"Me too!"

"So um, how're things going there?" I asked but wasn't it obvious? Of course, he would be having a hard time.

"I don't know, it's hard not having anybody by my side" he chuckled.

Not having anybody to listen to you while you're going through so much is rigorous and will undoubtedly break anyone soon enough no matter how strong they are.

"I have an idea"

"What is it?"

"How about you keep a journal?"

"A journal?"

"Yeah! Just write whatever you're feeling there. Maybe even name the journal! You can try and act as if the journal is your favourite person, that way you'll get motivated to write even more" I suggested.

"That's a great idea, I will try journaling but I am too lazy!" he groaned.

"You can always try and don't forget to water the plant"

"Yeah yeah, I just did" he sounded weary.

"How is the study going? School started right?"

"It's going great! And you, did you find any pretty girls yet?

Any pretty girls?
Yeah, there may be many pretty girls and boys out there but for me
The definition of pretty was him.
When the sky gleamed, it reminded me of him.
When the ocean sparkled, it reminded me of him.
When the elegant pieces of tone carved a hymn for my ear to heed, it reminded me of him.
My impression of being happy was when I was with him.
No matter what the occurrences were, every juncture spent together with him were my dearest.

"Wha-what!? No!"

"Chill! Ok, now I have to end the call, that bitch Elena is searching for me"

"Sure bye, take care"

"You too"

The call ended as the telephone illustrated '2:02' on the mesh.
The room evolved into silence again.
I craved to hear his voice even more now.
And I knew for certain that I would now spend the rest of my years loitering for him to call me again because that's what gave me faith, a faith in my love.
It made me believe that he's still fighting and somehow winning, that's the kind of faith I never wish to forfeit.