(Extra)ordinary

Chapter 42

Chapter 42

With trembling fingers, I reached out to pick my phone up. The vibration coming from it was so strong that it slipped out of my sweaty palms and fell straight to the carpeted floor.

The screen was still flashing; an image of a young man with a powerful smile that reached his green eyes, a strong and chiseled jaw, and last but not least a messy mop of chestnut hair.

Tears stung my eyes as memories start to replay in my mind from that night. My knees buckled from below me, sending me straight to the ground. I thought that my day with Elle would completely wash away all my memories of him.

But it didn't.

My tears fell onto the flashing screen, over his face. Even in the midst of heartache, I still felt a hint of anxiety that my phone would just die on me and refuse to work, considering the fact that it had suffered a fall and well, a flood.

Clichéd as it might sound, but I felt a strange pain in the pit of my stomach. My lungs burned from the lack of oxygen and my body felt icy cold.

Just then, the screen stopped flashing, showing a missed call from him. I squeezed my eyes shut, my eyelids in contact with my parched eyeballs. A stream of tears escaped my waterline and they trickled down my face, halting to a stop at my jawline.

A buzzing sound broke the silence, but I was not surprised to see that my phone's screen was flashing again. The same handsome face appeared and I felt my chest tighten. After a second of deliberation, I gathered my courage and strength to pick up the phone from the floor.

I slid the green arrow to the other side of the screen slowly, then put the phone to my ear.

"Hello." I choked out, trying to sound normal.

His smooth voice took over. "Anna, you picked up, finally... I've been trying to get you all day."

It felt like an apple had just been lodged on my throat. I had no choice but to stay silent.

"I know you must be mad at me, so just hear me out. I'm so sorry, Anna. What I said the other night, I didn't mean it. I mean, it was all out of anger and I was so confused. I'm really sorry for making you feel bad." He said, his voice thick. There was emotion in his voice; I could tell.

However, the apple refused to remove itself from my dry throat. Meanwhile, I played with the hem of my pyjamas, my hands still trembling.

"Anna? Talk to me, please. I'm really sorry. At least, just say something, anything." He continued. His voice was laced with pain.

Deep down in my heart, I just wanted to tell him that I forgive him and everything, but my mind had other plans. I had no control of myself, so my emotions took over, leaving me on autopilot.

"You want me to say something? Fine. If I'm such a nuisance, why bother calling me tonight, huh? Yeah, I'm troublesome, I'll just be like Adam or Georgia, tossing you around. So why do you care about how I am now? I'm sorry, but I'm just too needy for you, aren't I?" I coughed out with a tone of finality, my voice filled with anger. All my fear and heartache was vanquished at that moment, it was replaced with the second most powerful emotion: anger.