reconsider

her

an: sorry for my absence. here's another chapter.

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her;

it’s nearly midnight. it’s nearly a new year. i can hear them all counting down a minute outside in front of the huge television on the porch. i still remain in the garage at the other end of the backyard. when they reach the number thirty-two, my phone buzzes. i quickly recover it from my pocket and glance at the screen. hesitating, i bring the phone up to my ear.

“hello?”

“hey.”

“…hey.”

he clears his throat. “so, uh.." he hesitates. why does he hesitate?

"where are you?”

i blink. i haven’t heard from him in such a long time, and i would just like to take a minute to take in his raspy voice. his voice does something to me. i didn’t know how long i was silent for until he talks again.

“you there?”

“oh. yeah, i’m here. i’m at a friends place… well, my mom’s friends place. why?”

ten!

“oh, that’s why,” he mutters.

nine!

“hmm?”

eight!

“do you really want to know why i called?”

seven!

“yeah, i'm sorry. what’s up?” please don't think i'm not interested, because i am.

six!

“i’m, uh. i’m on your balcony.”

five!

my eyes widen, “what?"

four!

i hear his throaty laugh. “yeah… pathetic, right. i’ll go.”

three!

“no—wait! hey. why are you there?”

two!

“i just…” he starts. i wait.

one!

“i wanted to see you.”

my heart stops.