Strangers

genuine beings

Harry's POV:

"Harry?" Cathy. Cathy. Please hang up.

"Harry, please talk to me." There was a sharp turn in the inside of my gut. It exploded in pain and I drowned into her voice. Her voice that was as sweet as the ripest strawberry, and I was embraced in the crippling nostalgia of her being. I could not figure if it were the trip I've always had or something real; but I just knew I wanted it to end as blissful as the pain hurdled me into a daze I have found myself love being in; I wanted it to stop completely.

"Cathy. You have to stop doing this to me. I know you're not real." I whispered. It pained my ego how I sounded so weak and how this pain has bundled up with my unawareness.

"Harry." Her voice chilled me. My memory of her is so precise. The tone urged me to ponder more and more if she was real.

But that can't be. It could not ever be. She's dead. She's dead and she's always haunting her murder.

"Please don't forget me." She spoke, the urgency was evident in her tone.

"I won't."

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Vienna's POV:

The phone was ringing. I couldn't decipher if I should answer. I knew it was him and my heart pounded as fast as a horse running in a relay.

I could not face another voicemail. Another vicious slur of his emotions. Either it been obsession or jealousy, depression or a god awful apology. I had to answer.

"Vienna." His voice was hoarse and insecure, I could hear his relief by a sigh. My chest hurt, feeling him breathe and be so near me. I have missed his voice, I have missed his sigh, I have missed his breath, God knows I miss him. But he's not good for me.

And as loving as I could be, my pride was bigger and so was my alter ego I have created. There's was no room for sympathy, only for revenge.

"Hi."

"Listen baby, please don't hang up, I know I messed up. I know how badly I did. But me and you were meant to be. We have been together for years, please tell me I still mean something to you." I gave off a pathetic laugh.

"Why didn't you think of that when you were with her." It wasn't a question, it just came off bitter like how my insides felt.

"I wasn't thinking." He answers. I had the power now. The upper hand. I could do whatever the fuck I want with him. And I'm going to make him understand that I'm not one to be messed with.

"Of course you weren't. When have you ever had something like a brain?" I laughed. "You've always acted upon action." I sounded genuine and took measure in how to stir my voice.

"You think we can meet up? I'll pick you up." It was late and I knew he was desperate enough to keep me.

I hit him with "I need time to think."

"You have all the time you need baby. I'll call you tomorrow."

"No. I'll call you when I have time."

"Okay. I love you." I hung up.

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The following day...

My phone rung and aimlessly I answered with the broom still in hand.

"Hello?" I held my phone on my ear while sweeping my kitchen. Gianna has been "practicing" how to cook and she made a fucking mess without cleaning it. I was home alone as she worked as a receptionist, while another job as a bartender. She has no need to work but she enjoys it. She hates staying home.