February 16, 2014
12:00 a.m.
i call.
Him: Mysty?
Me: ...
Him: Are you crying?
Me: ...
Him: Mysty? What the hell is wrong?
Me: He-he-h...
Him: Use words.
Me: ...
Him: Are you saying anything? All I hear is crying. What happened?
Me: He c-chose her.
Him: Your childhood friend?
Me: Y-yah.
Him: I thought you weren't going to tell him?
Me: I didn't.
Him: Huh?
Me: She made him choose. She didn't want him talking to me. She said her or me.
Him: And he chose her...
Me: ...
Him: Bastard.
Me: It's my fault, I should have told him.
Him: Stop! How the hell could it possibly remotely even be close to your fault?! He's a fucking idiot.
Me: He loves her.
Him: Enough to give up you?
Me: I guess so.
Him: Nothing should ever be enough. You're worth more than it all.
Me: Thanks Luke. I'll pretend I believe you.
Him: I'm not lying.
I hang up.
Him: Mysty? Mysty?
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Midnight Calls
Short Story❝It was precisely midnight when he wondered if the beauty of her name would ever touch his arid lips❞ - M i d n i g h t M y s t e r y
