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The Phone Call
It felt like it rang for hours. As if no one heard the loud obnoxious noise that most people long for. I don’t think you were in a hurry to get up, you obviously weren’t expecting me to call you that late. I’d been gone hours longer than what was agreed upon, yet you still weren’t worried. As if there was no chance I could’ve been involved in a head on collision instantaneously sending my body hurling through the windshield. First, slamming against the thick glass which shattered only after my skull and shoulder blades. Then passing through it like the Gates of Heaven as God cut me for every sin I’d ever committed. By the time my broken body came to a stop 60 feet from my Explorer, I’d already lost most of my blood, and all consciousness. With the last thought in my head an image of you and I arguing……….That’s not the way I want this life to end, not with all of the unsettled feelings between us. I remember talking to myself, trying to convince myself that life was not near as bad as it seemed, that we were only going through a “rough patch.” Although this was definitely the roughest patch we’d seen, I still thought this was just another hurdle. Just one more step to the top, where nothing else in the world would matter except us. I kept hoping your lovely voice would suddenly come to life on the other end of the line. Each buzz hit me harder and harder with a grim reality, as I held my breath through the spaces in between. The reality was, you weren’t going to answer, you were already gone.
