damn these stories

This is a small collection of stories. I like to write in hand, guess I'm just more old school, so this is what I've come up with.

* I apologize for the spelling and grammar, English is my second language (not that I'm very good at grammar in any language at all, hah)


73. 2.

"Oh, please. Please don't do this. Please!" she screamed, tucking at his shirt so he almost fell to the floor where she lay sobbing.

"I'm sorry," was all he said before he removed her hands and slammed the door behind him. She just closed her eyes and cried even harder. There was no more to do. It was over. She was alone now.

The sound of the phone ringing brought her to her feet. She sprinted to the living room and picked up the phone before the second ring had ended.

"Hello?" she said.

"Hello? Can you hear me? Hello?" The other end of the line sounded like a paper were being rubbed against the phone, but she didn't care. The voice was the only thing she cared about at that moment.

"Jim! Oh, thank God! Are you alright? Is everything alright?"

"Honey? Are you there?"

"Yes, yes, I'm here. I'm sorry. Just tell me how you are," she begged.

He clearly couldn't hear her, because he was quiet for a while before saying, "Are you there?"

"Yes! Yes, I'm right here!" she cried and she fell to the floor again, holding the phone close.

"Hello? I don't know if you can hear me or if you're even there, but something's happened. I'm not coming home. At least not yet. They're working on it, but it looks like at least three months."

She was crying even harder now, because she knew something he didn't. He wasn't coming home. Not in three months, not ever. She wished she could fly out to get him, but by the time she would be there, it would be too late. He probably wouldn't even live to see tomorrow, which would be the reason why he was allowed to call her now and say goodbye.

"I won't forget you. I understand if you have to move on, but please remember how much I love you." He was crying now too. "I really, really love you, and I wish we could just start over and I wish I was there beside you right now." Someone was talking to him at the other end and she had to control her sobs to hear him next. "I'm sorry, I need to go. I love you." He waited. "I love you," he said.

She started crying again. "I love you too."

"Hello?" he said. "What? Are you there?" She was holding her breath now. "Hello?" he repeated.

"I love you," she answered.

"Amy! Amy, is that you? Talk to me, please. I need to hear your voice. Please. Hello? Are you there? Hello, Amy?" The line was cutting him off now and somebody were talking to him at the other end.

"I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you," she kept repeating.

"I love you too," he said and her breath caught in her throat.Their last conversation ever She didn't want to say goodbye, but she knew she had to. Somebody was getting annoyed at him and she knew it would only get harder if they kept on talking.

"I will never forget you. You will always be the love of my life and I love you so much." She knew he probably couldn't understand her with all the sobbing, but she had to tell him.

"I really love you, but I have to go," he said and the connection stopped. She dropped the phone and tried not to imagine him being dragged into a cell, sobbing too, because she could hardly remember what he looked like anymore.

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