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You've Come Back

If the person you love comes back to you, then it was meant to be.

May 7, 2012
The Dahm Mansion

Voicemail: Hey Anastasia. I wanted to apologize for having to leave on the phone so soon. I know we didn’t get to talk very long, but I had to take care of some things. I know that you’re more important than what had to be done, but it was urgent. Um, um-UM. I need to know one thing. Why did you call me at two in the morning? I thought you were calling to tell me that something was wrong, but clearly I was wrong. But I want to know why you were calling me so early. Please call me back. Please.

I tossed my phone aside once the voicemail ended and stood up from my bed. I slipped my gray sweater on and my black skinnies, pulling me hair loosely over my shoulder. Today was going to be another lazy day. And since Malina and Niall are at his place, I might as well clean or something.

Clean. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve cleaned something? A long time. I can’t even remember the last time. I scrambled down the stairs after brushing my teeth and walked to the hall closet that held the cleaning supplies. I grabbed a broom and a dustpan and skipped to the living room. Now to sweep away the countless sins that have been yelled in this room.

I won’t feel them or hear them again, you know, since he’s married and all.

I swept off the couch and the carpet until all the dirt was on the marble floor. Then I swept it up and walked into the kitchen, dumping the waste in the trash can. My mind wandered to the fridge, and I smiled to myself when I thought of ice cream.

Rocky Road ice cream. Now that I think back to that memory, it was good. It was great, practically one of the best. I pulled open the freezer to show that I still had some, and there was a note on it. I furrowed my brows and picked the carton up, pulling off the sticky note.

It said: Some memories are greater than others. Hope you can stuff this one down. Ha, Malina <3

I rolled my eyes and pulled out a spoon, eating the ice cream right from the carton. Oh the delicacy of the chocolate… Jeez I can not get enough of this. I walked to the living room and to the table that held the large speakers and radio, with a shelf full of old CDs. Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Alice and Chains, Staind.

These were my dad’s CDs. I smiled. I opened the CD hatch and opened a Staind CD case. I popped the CD in the hatch and closed it, plopping down on the couch and taking a bite of ice cream.

“If you just walked away, what could I really say? Would it matter anyways? Would it change how you feel?” I choked on the ice cream and set the carton on the table. “I am the mess you chose, the closet you can not close. The devil in you I suppose, cause the wounds never heal.” H-He sang that to me! “But everything changes if I could, turn back the years if you could, learn to forgive me than I could learn to feel,” I walked up to the radio and turned it up until it was all I could hear.

I ran my hand over my forehead and smiled a little. God, he could really sing that song. And I bet you he wasn’t even trying that hard. “When it’s just me and you. Who knows what we could do? If we could just make it through, cause it’s part of the deal.” Tears drowned my cheeks and I began to laugh. And I couldn’t stop.

But then I collapsed to the floor and cried harder. I couldn’t even hear myself think, the music; the song that he sang to me was drowning my thoughts and I couldn’t even hear my constant sobs. I heard a loud noise, but I suspected it to be the radio changing songs, but the song actually started over and I stood on my feet.

“Anastasia?” a voice yelled over the music. Malina. Thank God you’re here. I stumbled through the living room and to the entrance of the door and pushed my hair out of my face, wiping my tears away.