S: Hello. Williams phone. Sara speaking.
N: Ehm... Hi. Is... Is William there?
S: Just a sec
- WILLIAM PHONE FOR YOU - I heard her shout.
- W: TAKE A MESSAGE - He shouted back so loud it could clearly be heard on the other end.
S: He is a little busy. Can I take a message?
N: Can you tell him its Noora. - My frustration building up.
S: Oh. Sorry.
- WILLIAM. IT'S NOORA.
I heard voices, laughter, music, and noise before a door closed and there was complete silence.
W: Hey
N: Hi
W: Whats up?
N: Not much. You?
W: Don't.
N: What? I haven't said anything.
W: I can hear your thoughts miles away Noora
N: Ok. I'll stop them.
W: - breathed heavily - I turned in my last part of the thesis and invited some friends from class to celebrate.
My frustration vanished in a second, but a new feeling emerged. A undescribable feeling. A mix of hopeless, disappointment, fury, pride, love and so many other bowled into one.
N: And you didn't think of telling me? - I said, feeling defeated
W: Its just some friends from class... its...
N: I don't care about the party William. You finished your thesis?
W: Yeah.
N: - started to cry - Congratulations.
W: Thanks.
N: I am so so proud of you.
W: Noora.
N: Seriously. You have worked so hard. I am so proud of you.
W: Please don't cry.
By now I couldn't stop. Not for him not telling me this huge and important information about his life, but because in this moment I knew what once was will never be again.
N: Can I call you later?
W: Noora.
N: I'll call you later. Bye.
I hung up.
