No Ordinary Love

Chapter 34

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Roman tried calling Zayra but it kept transferring to voice mail. He figured it was dead. He knew the gig was last night so she was probably still sleeping. He wanted to talk to her before he left for field work for a couple of weeks. He would be out of reach till then. He had an hour to get ready. He left her a message just in case he didn't have a chance to talk to her.

He wanted to hear her voice. The last time they spoke was over 24 hrs ago. They began skyping each other, sometimes the reception was bad, depending where he was at.

He didn't care, he liked looking at her face, her smile it helped him relax. Roman requested days off, he knew that Jeremy was taking them all to New York for Jeremy's birthday and wanted to surprise her. He had already let Emily know he'd be there.

Zayra asked him to take days off for his birthday. She wasn't sure if they'd allow her to leave the country again. She wanted to see if they would grant her permission to leave the country for only a few days. If she couldn't leave the country she said she had a plan B.

He dialed her number again, straight to voice mail. He looked at the time it was early in the states not even 7 in the morning.

He sighed, it was getting harder and harder for him to be away from her. He knew she was having difficulty in therapy. Every Wednesday he tried to call her before she had therapy, just to remind her he loved her.

When he tried to contact her after, she never answered his calls. He would plead with her to answer but she would just ignore his calls, his texts, even skyping didn't help.

Those were his hardest days. He knew she was hurting and what ever they discussed in therapy, only made her shut down. He knew she needed therapy, even anger management.

He didn't want to see her in a hospital, all drugged up. That wouldn't be fair. She was like a bird who needed freedom to fly and keeping her restrained on drugs would just hurt her psyche even more.

He continued to grab his necessities. He needed the bare minimum, he looked at the picture on the side of his bed and grabbed it. It was one of those rare moments, his mother had taken a picture of her on the swing. Her hair was swinging and her smile was huge. Her eyes shone bright from the sun. She looked carefree, young with no worries.

The picture was a few years old but he carried it with him everywhere. The edges were frayed, he knew he had to make a copy and save it in the cloud somewhere in case he lost it he would always be able to make another copy. But that's all it would be. A copy of the original.

He smiled, he had the original.

Zayra.

He looked at his phone and willed it to ring. He stared at it for a few minutes before shaking his head. He was going crazy, he needed to hear her voice so that he wouldn't feel so anxious. He wanted to hear how the party went, he wanted to know if anyone tried anything last night. His jaw muscle flexed thinking about that. The only consolation was knowing Nico had gone with her last night. He had to breath. He'd try again later before he lost reception.

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"Fuck Nico! Really, you seriously want to go now?" her head was banging like a jackhammer.

She only remembered fragments after she performed on stage. Nico was in her room, opening the window and letting the sun rays in.

What the fuck was it with opening windows with people, she thought, shaking her head.

"Come on, it'll be like old times."

"Go away, I don't think I can eat anything!"

"Stop being a wuzz, let's gooooo."