Promises Made and Broken

Prologue

Edited*

With one of the windows open, the wind gushed into the hall making the pages dance to its calm beats.

The sound of my ring tone fiercely penetrated through the dead library. Seeing the caller ID, I almost chocked on thin air. My heart rammed against my ribcage as I felt light headed.

Realising what a complete stupid I was when I thought changing his name back to a not so cheesy one would be okay, I disconnected the call.

My phone rang again.

This time the librarian shot my a death glare. Sending her an apologetic smile I turned the settings to silent.

Though my face appeared calm, my heart and brain were at a quarrel. Where my heart ached to talk to him again, my brain ordered me not to even consider it an option.

Demeaned by this tussle, my fingers involuntarily answered.

"Uhh-Uhh" he cleared his throat. The mere sound of his voice sent chills down my spine. It was what I missed the most about him. His Voice.

"Abani.." His dulcet tones made my already thumping heart flutter.

This was the first time I heard him speak in 7 months..well 7 months, 3 weeks and 5 days to be precise.

"Well, you know you picked up the phone so...the idea behind it, I guess, was to speak to me?" Unsurity laced his baritone while hoped still lingered.

"Hi" I said. Bluntly.

"I've called..called to...uh to...."he said hesitating.

I couldn't believe his admission. Hesitation and him weren't related. Confidence was what he was all about. With a sudden wave of curiosity hitting, I shot back. "Yes called to..?" Anger evident in my tone.

"I wanted to know if we could meet.. wanted to see you" Gravelly, he replied.

Yes, of course, why not! After all we are just to normal teenagers who didn't have a past.

"I'm not free. I have homework and then a lot of other thing that needs to be taken care of. And I'm not going to be free. Never. So now that you know, I hope you never call me back. EVER AGAIN" I was fuming with anger, rage and emotions that weren't discovered by man yet.

"I know you are angry...Baby I'm so sorry!! I never meant to hurt you" His voice calm like the ocean waters, unlike mine, made me melt. That is how he is...putting that innocent face up whenever needed was one of his specialities.

"Sorry..?!!!!? You are sorry! huh? good to know that you actually realised that you made a mistake!" My tone rose with each word. Without even realizing I was unleashing the anger and hurt I had bottled up for too long.

Lost in the ferocity of the moment, I forgot that I was in a library. The librarian sent me cold glares from across the hall. He stern eyes didn't leave my body.

"I can't talk." I disconnect the call without waiting for a reply.

Sitting in the middle of hall, I tried to register the event that just took place. Every tiny detail of our relationship was played through my brain. The images vivid and clear.

A tear trailed down my right cheek and I wiped it off in no time. Come on girl this is no time to be weak.

Feeling timid under the librarian's gaze, I stood up and started collecting all my belongings. My phone rang again. I stared it for a while and then decided to switched it off.

Walking towards the exit, lost in thought, I bumped into a hard chest. Adjusting my eyes to the sudden attack of mid-november sun, I looked at him standing to all his height.