The bright fire of communication between Ares and I soon dwindled down to nothing more then embers of wishes and ashes of things left unsaid.
I did my best to communicate with him, but I only had access to a wireless home phone. Luckily, I memorized his number, but it was impossible to catch him at a good time, because I wasn't aware of his schedule like I was when I was with him. If I would've been able to text him, things might've been smoother, but alas I didn't have a cell phone.
The time zone change didn't help either, I hadn't realized how far away Oregon was from Nebraska, and how much a difference two hours made. It was about to turn midnight where I was, while it was almost two in the morning where Ares was.
We'd just gotten off of the phone, a spew of conversation about how our week had been over the course of an hour. Though I wanted to talk longer, I understood that he had classes in the morning and that he sacrificed his sleep for me.
Things like that that he had done just warmed my heart. He had grown up over the course of the years, as had I, and he was even nicer then I remembered.
But things just weren't the same between us, what with our different time zones and various schedules.
It was the beginning of when I realized I was in love with him, alone in a dark kitchen at midnight, but the end of what we once were, and only tiny possibilities left of what we could be.
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It's shorter then what I wanted, but I think there's a good amount of development in this chapter, oh and some good wording ;).
I realized I haven't done an author's note in a while, so I figured I should pop in.
Ares is slowly coming to an end, only a few chapters left.
How's the story so far?
