She calls, I answer. I call she answers. Through the tangled lines and late night talks, it can only be described through the words of the familiar childhood game that has grown along with it's players. Time to pick up the telephone. (The other half of this story is written by @LovelyLonelyStars and that is in a separate book also called Telephone)

"We often confuse what we wish for with what is." ~ Neil Gaiman

We could call her Adelia, as long as we had extra bread in the house when she came in at night.

She, trapped in an abusive relationship. He, desperate to save her. She, blinded by a sick kind of love. He, dying to take her away from all the pain. She, who's got to believe she deserves that life. He, who only wants her to be happy.

"We yearned to feel the pain of heart break because that's what made us feel ourselves, happiness was too fake and hate was too hard. Pain was so damn easy, having a horrid partnership with time on the deal to torture us." Dan has been in love with his best friend, Scarlet, since the day he laid eyes on her in kindergarten, but it seemed that she never felt the same way. Years after of living with the fact that Scarlet was a married women now and that she'd never love him, he receives a letter from her. The letter. Some loves just don't die. #80 on What's Hot List