Published: January 31, 2012
Rating: K+
Summary:
It all started with a phone call from somebody I didn't know.
Disclaimer:
I don't own Gakuen Alice.

Phone Calls
A Gakuen Alice Love Story

It all started with a phone call from somebody I didn't know.

And she tells me how stupid she was to fall in love with me while she throws my "supposed" clothes out of the window.

I try to utter a word of disbelief but she already ended the call as I find myself stumped and utterly defeated.

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The second call started late at night when I was already sleeping the world away.

She calls me, crying, telling me how much I've broken her heart.

All I do is listen to her shattered dreams and heart-wrenching sobs and I almost feel compelled to say sorry just when she abruptly ended the call and I started to realize I cannot go back to sleep anymore.

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The third call bothered me just as much as the fourth and the fifth.

She tells me all sorts of things I "supposedly" had done over the course of three years.

She said I cheated—with her own damn sister, nonetheless—and yet she was still stupid to be deeply and madly in love with me.

I tried to stop the accusations but she already had ended the third, the fourth and the fifth call.

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The sixth phone call started on an early ride going to work.

I suddenly didn't dare to miss what she was going to say.

And though I was already late, I parked the car on the side street and answered the call.

I opted to keep silent—just like any other times before—and let her be done with it and end the call.

She tells me that she had shredded my lucky orange boxers and how she is currently hanging a picture of me in the dog pound.

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The seventh call didn't happen for a long time and I wonder if she'd ever call again.

And when my phone rang, I answered it immediately with my heart beating faster.

I suddenly realize that I was falling for her.

I was falling for a woman whose voice I've only heard.

I was falling for a woman who only tells me how much she hates me.

We haven't ever met and yet I was sure I was in love.

She started telling me she had moved on and currently loves another man.

I just listen and let her say what's on her mind until she finally says,

"Aren't you going to say something?"

I ended the call right there and then.

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The eight and the ninth call, I deliberately missed.

I was scared—I didn't know what to say.

So scared that she'll find out I wasn't exactly her past—her love.

Scared that instead of making her fall for me, I will end up scaring her away.

And the love I thought would become forever may be as crazy as a dream.

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The tenth call was something I didn't mean to answer.

But at the end of the call I couldn't even explain the bliss I just found.

"I may not know you; I haven't even heard your voice. I don't even know what you look like... but I'm in love with you."

Fin.

I'm back! This time, with a drabble I finally decided to publish. Hope you all will like it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Rest assure that my next update will be Chapter 18 of You Can (to those who have been dying—err, waiting in vain and ready to kill me.) I have made quite a progress with YC (with one scene left! Yey for me!) And I promise! I promise you that it would be legen—wait for it! Hahaha! So I hope you continue being patient for I will surely update.

Initially written as a poem for my hundred days project (2010). Original work is posted on my wordpress site (which is still very much under construction and very much empty).

aforgottendreamer . wordpress . com / 2012 / 01 / 31 / 95 – phone – calls /

(put together the dots, dash and slashes for the URL)

With this, I say good day.

~Charisse

It's five o'clock in the morning somewhere.