"Jules, are you there?"
"Please text back."
"Check your phone Jules, please, reply"
A lone teardrop escapes my eye and falls to my pillow. He was
supposed to be back tonight, but I haven't heard from him at
all.
"My anxiety is getting really bad tonight J, I'm scared. I
need you back here with me. Please, let me know where you
are!"
I'm frozen with fear. I know there's nothing to be scared
of, but I cannot move. The blinds moving in the wind, the creaking
of the wardrobe, the noises this old house has made every night
since we moved in have all taken a menacing edge tonight. It's
a figment of my imagination, I know, but tonight the pills just
aren't working. Then I hear the door open. He's home. I
hear him take a shower, and I'm calmed by the sound of water. I
know he'll be in bed with me soon. I decide I'm mad at him
for not calling or replying to my messages. I won't talk to
him, I'll pretend to be asleep. The water stops. A few moments
later, he walks into the bedroom and climbs into bed beside me. The
phone rings. I reach for the bedside cabinet and fumble until I
find the phone. I answer. "Honey, I'm so sorry, my flight
got held up in Europe, I've just landed at the airport
now"
"Jules?"
"Yeah. Is everything okay hun?"
A gentle pair of lips caress my neck.
"Jules, are you there?" "Please text back."
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Aug 12, 2013 3:01pm
LoveYourLifeee · 1 decade ago
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This Is Really Good!