Petals In The Wind - a Myles Parrish story

Silence

"It's done." I said into the phone receiver, falling backwards onto my bed. I let out a sigh, a relieved one. You would think the first person I would call the night I broke up with Kalin would be Myles but it wasn't. I obviously had to call my best friend. Laura let out a similar sigh to mine. "How did it go?" She questioned, you could hear the curiosity laced in her voice. "Good actually. He was surprisingly mature about it. But then again, it's Kalin. You can't expect anything but greatness." I joked. We stayed up pretty late talking about what I was going to say to Myles the next day and how everyone would react. Nothing about the situation was going to be easy and nothing about the transition was going to be smooth. Breaking up was the easiest part, believe it or not.

The next day, I dreaded going to school. Soon everyone would find out about me basically breaking up a friendship and for what? Just to switch teams in the end. Other than that, I was excited to see Myles but I was also nervous. I hadn't talked to him since he had taken me home and the thought of it gave me chills. He seemed to have that affect on me, he always has. Maneuvering through the halls filled with teenagers, I searched for Myles. He wasn't in his usual spot so I went to his locker but he wasn't there either. I finally gave up and decided to call him. The phone rang several times before he answered. "Hi there." His voice was more of a mumble than a whisper but either way it was troubling.

I found a corner near the music hall where it was always quiet in the mornings to continue the conversation. "Are you okay?" I could hear movement in the background, like he was tossing in bed. "Yeah yeah, what's up?" He questioned me hurriedly. "Well, uhm, I broke up with Kalin. And I was hoping to see you today and tell you to your face." There was a long pause after that. I could hear the static in the phone and began to feel myself sweat. My face turned red as if a spot light was shining directly in my face and I tapped nervously on the wall so hard that my nail polish chipped. "Myles?" I squeaked into the receiver. "Say something." I never did fancy silence.

"I thought.... I heard that.... Mirlana, I'm sorry let me explain."

At that point I forgot where I was. My feet felt numb and my finger tips were cold as ice, as if my blood stopped circulating for a moment. Something felt so wrong. I could hear it in his voice. "Explain what Myles?" Once again there was silence. Until I heard a voice through the phone. Except it wasn't his voice. "Myles. Who is that?" My surroundings turned into blurs and everything around me seemed to be moving fast except for me. For me, time moved slowly. Seconds turned into hours and each breath took me internally coaching my lungs to not let me down now. I really hate silence.

I heard the voice again but I wasn't listening. I heard Myles call my name. "Mirlana... let me explain. She told me you picked him, he wouldn't answer and you didn't call. Mirlana please say something. Mirlana!"

Then there was that voice again. I didn't hear the words but I felt it mocking me. I felt her mocking me, isn't that something? "Bri, shut the fuck up! Get out!" Silence. "Mirlana?" Silence. Then the door slammed in the background and I slid to the floor. "Let me explain."

I hung up. I became conscious of my heartbeat. I became aware of my breathing. I became cognizant to how much everything seemed to lose its color and its virtue and its texture all at once. Everything seemed to make a sound but yet I couldn't hear anything.

And man, I really do hate the silence.