Prologue
I woke up, dazed and confused. First thing I did was look at my clock, or rather squinted at it since everything looked so hazy. It read 6:00 pm.
"Got to call...wake...up", I spouted some words rubbing my eyes and got up from my bed. Got my foot stuck in my blanket and almost toppled over and mumbled curses. Typical morning.
I picked up my phone from the bed side table and dialed the only number I had ever been able to memorize. For some reason I don't even remember my own number but I have been able to memorize his.
I placed my phone to my head and waited for him to wake up and pick up my phone.
Yesssss he picked up!
"Good morning!", I almost shouted into the phone in a sing song voice.
A groan from the other side."Guess who's calling? Your most favourite human in the entire world!", I said suddenly not feeling sleepy at all. A goofy smile plastered on my face like usual.
"Elda, why did you wake me up today? It's Sunday", Leon half-groaned through the phone.
I always give wake up calls to Leon on working days to, well wake him up, been doing it for the past two years or so.
My mouth formed a complete 'o' as I realised I had messed up yet again. "Sorry, didn't know you didn't have work today", I said into the phone smiling sheepishly.
He sighed, "well, since you have called anyways, there is something I have wanted to talk about. It'd be better if we could meet up and talk about it?"
I bit my lip, tearing off some skin from it and didn't say anything.
Another sigh, "yeah, okay, I understand. Your parents are over-protective. I guess I'll just say it over the phone then."
My parents had always been way too protective of me. They wouldn't let me go out with friends or anything. I was driven to and from, my school. Ever since Leon had left school, the only time I had been able to see him were when I sneaked out, and it was hard sneaking out. I always felt guilty for saying no to Leon, most of the time when he asked me to meet him.
I replied, "okay, what is it? Why do you sound all serious?"
"Well", there was a pause, somehow it seemed really long, "I'm going out of country."
"What?"
"I'm going out of---"
"I heard you the first time. What do you mean? How many days? Weeks?"
"Elda...", another long pause, "I'm saying that I'm breaking up with you. This wasn't working anyways. I'm sorry. I'll be moving away forever. I'm sorry."
My lips quivered, for some reason my body was shaking. I managed to mumble out some words, "you are just joking with me like usual, right?"
"No, Elda, I'm not", he replied in a stern voice.
"But Leon----"
Beep beep beep
He hung up.
I dialed his number again. My fingers fumbled on my phone screen as I did so. I pressed the call button. A single ring could be heard before the monotonous voice of a lady spoke through.
The recipient isn't available----
I hung up. I was shaking badly. I bought my hand up to my cheek and felt something wet on it.
Oh, I'm crying.
And then I was a crying mess on the floor, no idea of what to do.
There's no way he's gone, right? It all has to be a joke...it has to...it has to...it has to...I want to be with him...
Here's the prologue and thank you to whoever read it.
The prologue isn't that good and all but the further chapters get better.
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