Jd's one shots

Good bye

"Bye now."

"Goodbye. Take care."

But no one dropped the line. Both of them are waiting for the other to end the call first.

"I don't want to end this call, you know."

"And so do I. But we have to," he said with the urgency of a soldier bound for battle.

"Is this goodbye then?" Tears slid down his cheeks like dew from a cold glass of water. He tried to sound calm and firm to exude the air of nonchalance. Though he knows it won't work. The person on the other line knows more about him than himself. Every fiber of his being has been etched on his palm like a map; tattooed on his heart, and carved on his mind. He probably knows he's fighting the urge to throw himself down the stairs to end this unreasonable penalty of love.

"It's just distance -- nothing more. Dry your tears. Get up and fix yourself. I don't have to explain how much you mean to me. You are my world as much as I am yours. I will be back."

And the phone dropped dead. He can only hear the dial tone on the other line. He hoped to hear something more. But there was none.

A/N: Covers from google