6: The unlucky

Stare outside the window, hoping you are there, Leaving from the window, You were not found there.

My room was closed to anyone. Door broke open baring the inside, bare naked.
It's been 3 months without no contact with anyone with the outside world. No computer, no phone,no t.v. no one.

And no one asked for me.
Not that i knew of.

Some days i would wake up and stared out the window, hoping he would be there, pleading to my parents to see me. Or maybe be on his way to the park to play basketball and he would look up to see me in the window and i could open it and risk everything, just to talk to him.

There were some days where i would be able to get out of the house, go to my grandparents place and watch t.v. Some days i would stare at their phone, watch it call to me and tease me.

Some days i would give in. I would look for my grandparents and then if they were too busy to be on the phone, i would call his number memorized in my head, one i would repeat over and over again.
I knew everything i wanted to say to him. Though i knew i wouldn't have enough time. I had a way to be able to say everything i wanted to, no matter how short our phone call was.
 one ring, two rings, one more ring, and then he picked up.
"Hello?" He said, wondering who was behind the private call. My heart was pumping harder and harder after every ring, and his voice just exploded my heart and took my breath with it.
"Hello? Who's this?" He demanded, i could hear the t.v. in the background, i could hear his breath waiting for my response... I had to act fast. I had little time.
".. Hi." I whispered. More like a choke. There was a pause. The longest pause In the history of the world, in the shortest of a minute. My stomach churned, and i felt like throwing up.
"Umm, It's... Lei." I confirmed. Maybe he didn't know my voice anymore. Maybe it wasn't him.
Another pause.
"Yeah... I know." He finally said.
"H-How are you?" I stuttered. My heart couldn't take anymore of this, it releases sharp pains in my throat and water from my eyes.
"...Fine, i guess. I-I miss you. A lot." He said. Sinking my heart into the bottomless pit of my stomach, probably down to my feet since i couldn't feel those anymore.
"Me, too" I whispered. I held in the tears and throw up, because i needed to talk to him, to satisfy myself. Risking Everything.
"W-what's your address?" I asked, quickly, stumbling off the bed to find a piece of paper and book.
"Why?" He said, after moments of silence. It was never a straight answer with him.
"Just give me your address. Hurry, I have to go now." I demanded, the conversation was too long. I needed to get off the phone before anyone found out i was ever on it.

Soon enough he gave me his address i scribbled into my notebook. After i hung up on him i cried for hours. out of satisfaction. Hours of letting everything i held in when talking to him, everything for the past 3 months.

"I have to go now.. sorry." I said.
"Why? SO short." He sighed.
"I'll call again..." I told him.
"Okay..."
"I.. I love you." I said.
"I love you,too." He said, no stutter.

Days i spent writing a letter for him, a nice 3 page letter. I told him everything that has been on my mind, how much i missed him and how much i loved him. I cried probably a billion times writing this and reading it to him.
And when i was to get in the car before my mom, i would run to the mailbox, put it in and run to the car as if nothing happened. Then i waited patiently until i knew he got the letter.
Some days when i had some courage, i would call him and have a short conversation with each other,
Apparently, he hadn't been out much because he hated leaving the house. He cried for me and missed me all the time.
It made me more calm, knowing this. How much he blamed himself for this and constantly missed me.

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This is good :). Reminds me of my ex and I