Matt July 2, 2009

Matt

July 2, 2009

Matt zipped up his pants and wiped his face with the back of his hand. Then, he reached for the remote to turn the TV volume back up. He sat back down on the bed and looked over at the naked girl next to him. She pulled the sheets over her breasts and smiled, as if she could be innocent. A girl could have sex and still seem innocent, but she couldn't pull it off, not like Elizabeth.

Damn, he wondered, what's she up to right now?

Not that the girl next to him wasn't amazing in bed, because in reality, she had much more experience than Elizabeth, but he couldn't help but to compare her to his most recent ex.

“That was fun,” she said, moving closer and flicking her tongue on his ear in a way that made him fill with pleasure. He nodded his head in response and turned his attention back to the TV. She took the hint and settled herself in, perfectly content. Matt felt bad for the poor girl, who's name he couldn't remember. Did she know that if she didn't leave now, she's be submitting herself to an evening of the UFC marathon?

His phone vibrated and he picked it up, half expecting it to be Elizabeth. What he didn't expect was to see her number flash across his screen and have it match with the voice that came at the other end, a voice that wasn't hers.

“Matt,” the voice said in an eerily calm manner. “It's your fault. Never forget that. Elizabeth is dead, and it's your fault.”

The voice finally broke into tears at the end, and the line went dead. Matt looked stupidly at the screen, which had switched back to the main display, and dropped the phone.

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