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Tuesday, January 2 9:24 pm
There’s a tremble in his fingers as he goes to dial. He’s not quite sure why though at this point. He’s called dozens of times, maybe up into the triple digits now. She never answers. Never.
He used to leave voicemails, but by now, he knows they won’t change anything.
But if he could just talk to her, hear her voice, to hash everything out. He knows they belong together, and all he wants is a chance to prove it. He’s almost given up. Even tonight he’s started to call twice and stopped half way in. Her number isn’t saved in his phone book anymore. She’s not on speed dial. But despite it all, despite it being over five months since she left, his stupid brain hasn’t been able to purge her number. Those ten digits are clawing on for dear life. What's the saying? It's the hope that kills you.
He hits the green send button and waits.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
It’s about this point that he knows to expect the click over, that small change in the tone over the line that tells him the voicemail is coming. She isn’t going to answer, and he isn’t going to stay on the line, but he’s waiting for the ‘hello’ anyway before swiping the call end button.
Because he’s a masochistic and her voice is the twist of the knife in his heart. He can’t hang up until he’s heard it.
“Hello?”
His mind must be playing a cruel trick on him. Did her message change? Where’s the rest of it? The part that tells him she’s unavailable to take his call right back. The lie that if he leaves his name and number she’ll call him back as soon as she can.
“Helloooo?”
“Milah?”
He’s breathing hard and his heart is pounding in his chest. Part of him is worried that he’s having a heart attack, because the universe has always had a particularly cruel sense of humor when it comes to him.
“Sorry, I think you have the wrong number.”
Click.
His phone returns to his home screen on it's own. What the absolute hell?