Strawberry Moonlight

3- The phone call

I was virtually crying at this point, I hadn't realised how much I missed them all until now. Miller had been everything to me.

I wiped the slowly-forming tear off my cheek and sat up, all the blood rushing to my head. After a moments pause, I grabbed the corner of my duvet and heaved myself out of bed. I checked the time. It was 11pm. But I was too awake to force myself back to sleep despite being completely exhausted a mere few hours earlier.

Instead, I walked towards the window. I sat on the windowsill, opened the window and proceeded to dangle my legs out of it, the backs of my ankles hitting the side of the building. The wind was as welcoming as it was cold. And there I stayed, just listening, listening the natural song of the city.  It was so strange seeing the business of the road, the buildings eluminated and the distant roars of people. I was so used to being in small town that I had never really realised how dead the night had always been. But this, this was electric. This was amazing.

I could've wasted the entire night just sitting there, a neutral expression painted across my face. However, I instead managed to force myself up and started looking for something to eat. I hadn't realised how hungry I was until I actually started scrambling around trying to look for some food. Finally, from the bottom of my suitcase, I pulled out a bar of honeycomb chocolate. It wasn't much but it helped slightly. Atleast I knew the first place I'd go would have to be the supermarket. Then, I sat back on my bed and watched a series of a random show that my cousin liked, it wasn't that great but it kept me entertained the rest of the night.

As the morning rays began ripping their way through the misted clouds, I changed. It took me a while to figure out my outfit but I eventually landed on a simple soft jumper, black trousers and my favourite winter coat which was warm and had a panda badge pinned on the front. Miller had given it to me.

I wasn't used to being awake so early and thus I wasn't too sure what people did in the morning. My days were never usually this long.

Eventually, I pulled on my boots and ventured out into the brisk morning air, the breeze clawing at my exposed face.

A few wrong turns later, I managed to locate a supermarket that was actually open and rushed inside. The harsh white light blinded me as I entered but once I had adjusted to it, the sight became quite comforting. Supermarkets were one of the few things that hardly differed from place to place.

As I wondered down the isles, the vibrant signs and labels jumping at me, I casually threw some appealing items into my basket. It felt amazing to actually be alone again; I hadn't been in years.

I paid, gathered my bags and then headed once more into the January air. As I wondered from shop to shop, eyeing all the things I could never afford, I began questioning myself again. Who was I? What was I doing with my life? And why was I such an idiot that day? Why did I have to ruin everything?

Just then, my phone rang, it was Miller.