I have a list a mile long of faults that sometimes bring me to my knees in self-hatred. ~ Frank Langella
Maria Allerton's POV
"What are you doing here!","Just go away, leave, get lost!" I scream while slamming the front door. I know I should be the greater person. I should inject love and peace instead of anger and tension, give him an olive branch instead of weeds.
But it isn't easy with Mike. I want to have a fight, but he doesn't give me one. I want to let go, but he keeps holding onto me. This is just not right and I don't know how long I can endure it.
"I will now go to give you some time to let you cool down, but if you want to talk instead of shout, I'm all ears." I hear him softly say behind the door.
He never argues with his fists nor filthy angry word. His empathy and patience instead pack a powerful punch. Carefully spoken, without drama, his words have an air of finality to them and no matter how hard I rail against them, nothing would change his mind. He would stay with me.
And even though we have the same want I have a different will.
"Just go away Mike, if he finds out he will be heartbroken.", I once again scream, hoping he will maybe understand. "It's all my fault, all my fault you know?" I say with a defeated tone.
"No it isn't and you should know that too!" I hear the same words again. I hear footsteps. I hear the sound of a honking car leaving. And then I hear nothing.
Mike Jaxon's POV
As I am nearing the highway do I dial the digits I am very familiar with. The numbers that I have engraved in my deepest thoughts without even realizing it.
And I just can't wait to forget them, forget them all.
"The number you dialed is currently unavail-." I don't let the sentence finish as I end the call.
A thousand of memories can be found on my phone. Not only in the pictures that could tell my story, my music that whispers my glory, or the text messages I never send because I was too sorry.
No, it's about in all the silence of our slightly opened lips desperately begging it to just say how we really feel about each other.
A phone remembers the silence it has to endure between two people, between us.
Thinking about it made my blood run cold.
Deceitful.
A/N: Please don't call/text while driving!!
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