Short Story: The last phone call

"I was worried you might never want to talk to me again" April said, trying to sound cool and collected. There was a slight tinge of nervousness in her voice that alerted him to just how hard their month of not speaking had been for her.

"Well the thing is" Sven started, using a phrase she had grown accustomed to hearing, the way he drew out the first word while he collected his thoughts before continuing. This time however, it struck fear in her heart, fear of what would come next, fear that he would tell her that he did contemplate never speaking to her again. She held her breath knowing that the next thing he spoke meant more to her than she originally thought was possible.

He paused, then very deliberate and slowly he began again.

"The thing is, that is not going to happen."

Sven heard Aprils breath catch and knew instantly how much the sentiment must have meant to her. Living an ocean away from someone teaches you to listen carefully, there can be meaning in every sound you hear.

"I can't tell you how happy I am to hear that" April managed to squeak out while trying to fight back tears. She prayed that somehow, on some level, he would know just how sorry she was.

Sven, recognizing the direction the conversation was headed and not being one to linger in uncomfortable emotional situations, quickly turned his tone into a more playful one.

"Come on, you're not going to get rid of me that easy."

It worked, he heard his distant love laugh. Somehow hearing the music in her laugh and feeling her smile gaping the distance between them gave both of them the sense that even though they had reached no resolution, as there was never one to be reached, everything would be alright. Time had only made the cautious hearts grow fonder, not apart.



Blogfully yours,
Summer