2228 hrs. Sage was blasting “Welcome to the Jungle” through the in-game radio-station. Got to love the developers at Rockstar, they really nail the realism in video games. The book he was reading, or re-reading in this case: Stephen King’s Misery had him hooked. You know the part with the lawnmower. (No spoilers here. Those who’ve read it know what I mean). The way the scene was described was inspiring, he could literally visualize it right in front of him. Well that’s what stories are meant to do right?
Suddenly his phone rang. He rarely got calls at this hour. Checking the caller ID, he couldn’t help a smile as he picked up.
“Hello,” her voice, a simmering ray of light that cut through the pitch dark of the night, came through. He cleared his throat subtly, just enough for her not to hear, and responded.
She sounded a bit resigned. It must have been an engaging day at work. He turned on his encouragement meter and tried to cheer her up. Seemed to work, at least she started to cheer up a bit. She excused herself and hang up twice to handle something then called once more.
On a normal day he was usually the most realistic/least optimistic person in existence, but whenever he talked to her, she seemed to turn him into the most optimistic, hope-driven being in the universe. Not just anyone could do that. She was special, in a lot of ways. One might even say she brought out the “good” side of him. The best part is, he didn’t mind at all.
They talked for a few hours, but they felt shorter. Almost like three minutes. They talked about almost everything, from how her life was going, to his now-forgotten crappy day. From debates about tea being better than coffee, to the kind of stories that would be great to read or not while on a plane.
“I really just called because I couldn’t sleep and I didn’t want to fall asleep alone,” she said at one point. He could hear her voice slightly crack, but recover the moment he said the next words
“I understand. No worries, you know you’ll always have me right?”
They talked some more, an accidental hang up, and more shared laughter. At one point they both went silent and let out a sigh as they stared at the ceiling in darkness for all of 10 seconds. Each thinking of scenarios where “What if?” There was something special in the air, they both felt it. He couldn’t explain it but, he felt it. He could have been imagining it, but tonight’s call brought them even closer than they’ve ever been before.
Alas, the service provider decided to cut off their conversation abruptly. They didn’t even get to say goodbye. Even then, her effect still lingered on and still hope remained that one day, it wouldn’t be goodbye but goodnight, and he’d get to see her smile in the morning as the sun rays lightly and perfectly touch her face…
0300 hrs. He let out a sigh and went back to the book. Well, let’s see the lawnmower scene to completion now…