BL WRITERS | ONE missed CALL. JAN 17

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After being rich on contests for graphic, artists, video making, we decided that it's time to make a contest for people who love to write. This month we will have a new theme set and it's -"One Missed Call". You have to present your masterpiece, which describes love between two males. It's up to you how you will interpret "

One Missed Call

". So show us your imagination!

 

rules/

[size=1]No explicit content.
[color=#e3c6cd]Minimum 400 words, maximum 600 words.[/color]
Only stories are accepted, no poems.
[color=#e3c6cd]The story must be rated as for 16+[/color]
No racism, no religious topics, no animal/child abuse.
[color=#e3c6cd]Love must be between two males.[/color]
Title of the story is up to you.
[color=#e3c6cd]Post the finished work on this thread.[/color]
Read the rules once again.[/size]

 

prizes/

2,000 points

for all that applied

5,000 points

for the winner +

a Manga cover card

from the iShop.

 

Deadline:

FEB. 2017

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Word Count: 600 (+30)

:Frustrated:

 

 

 

My family always says: when someone close to you dies, you can have 40 days of mourning. 40 days and not a single more, because both them who died and us who are alive have to move on.

 

I’ve always respected that rule—at my grandmother’s funeral, at my dog’s ill death, at my high school seatmate’s suicide. I grieved and regretted. Still, I never forget to let them go.

 

But then, that accident rips Rhys away from me.

 

I can’t seem to stop missing him.

 

I forget times and again that he’s no longer around. I still see, speak, breath, and live for two.

 

Only one day . . . yet, the pain of losing him are far too great. I can’t sleep because he’s not there to tell me goodnight.

 

I roll, toss and turn on the mattress, until I finally give up. I reach for my phone and call his number.

 

Soon, his voice comes, “Congratulation, you’ve reach my phone. Sadly, I’m not around right now. If it’s you, Kenzie,”—his ex—“please stop calling me. We broke up. It’s over. Done. If it’s you mother, also stop calling. I love Valentine”—me—“and I won’t change my mind just because you have issues. If it’s you, Val, sorry for not answering. I’ll call back as soon as I can. And leave a message. I’d love to hear your voice.”

 

Then ‘beep’ goes the tone.

 

The reason why I reply is as simple as instinct.

 

“Hey,” I whisper to the dark. And into it, I confess, “I miss you, Rhys. I miss you so much. I want you back home. It feels so empty without you.”

 

The silence that echoes afterward leaves a pang in my chest, but it’s also a pang of relief from saying what I have been suppressing for the whole day.

 

I press the end button, cutting off the phone connection.

 

I manage to sleep after leaving that one missed call for him.

 

Soon enough, it becomes a habit. Every night, after crawling onto the empty bed, I pick up my phone and leave a voicemail.

 

I always find a new way to miss him, and I share every single one into the message he won’t receive.

 

I miss waking up to him in the morning—with him so grumpy, so lazy, yet so content to cuddle beneath the rising sun.

I miss our first meeting—where I kicked my broken car out of annoyance, and found him staring from the side of the street, grinning like a fool.

I miss how he laughed—laughed, and laughed at my mortification when he brought me to my first strip club, acting as if my embarrassment was his greatest entertainment.

I miss how he kissed me—soft and gently at his confession; sneaky and playfully under public’s eyes; eager and unrestrained when there is only us in the world.

And I miss how he loved me—the times when I can love him back without feeling fresh scars tearing my heart to shreds.

 

I leave him one miss call without failure. One for each day, until the destined fortieth comes to an end.

 

Now, the forty-first night arrives. I know it’s time to stop—to let his memory go, move on, start anew.

 

But that knowledge barely flits through my mind, because I am addicted. Nothing—much less a mere tradition—can stop me from holding on to Rhys.

 

So, I dial his number again before falling asleep to a dream of his smile.

 

The next morning, I wake up and find ‘One missed call’ flashes from my phone screen.

 

There is a voicemail for me.

 

I click it open, and his perfect pitch comes through the speaker.

 

He says, “I miss you, too, Valentine.”

 

 

[b1nksp3ll]

Shattered

 

 

It’s been a week since my life shattered. Ash had called me so many horrific names and each one easily killing a part of my heart. Still, I waited for him in our house, in our room where we lived… and loved. I’m surrounded by memories of our former, happy selves as we held each other tight, our lips in a passionate kiss and our bodies coming together in the ultimate act of love. Tender, or wild, fiery or slow and easy. And the best of times where we laugh in bed, talk, snuggle. Now, I just wait on our bed, desperate for my love to return, or even to hear Adele’s “Hello” on my phone, our ringtones for each other, set while we both giggled at the joke.

 

But it’s been a week, and my phone’s been painfully silent. He’s never coming back, not after how disgusted he looked at me, and how furious he was at me. At first I was confused. His accusations were all wrong and unfounded. The more accusations he hurled at me, the more hurt and angry I became. It ended with him saying we were through and then he left. Left me alone, destroyed… lost. And still I hope, and wait.

 

Well, I tried to. Today I sit on our bed again, holding a gift Ash gave me to protect myself. Now it will help ease my pain, and halt my rapid descent into insanity. I looked at my phone, desperately willing it to ring… but it lay silent, its battery low, about to die. How appropriate that description is. I took a deep breath… it’s time.

 

*****

 

Ash sat on the hotel bed, his emotions were a mix of extreme fury and extreme guilt. How could he have done that to the love of his life? And how could he have trusted the worst person ever? He’d known Ivan wanted him and his Ben to part ways so he could take Ben’s place in his bed. And yet he’d believed Ivan when he told him Ben was seeing another man. He took his word and a blurry picture and attacked Ben without even trying to confirm any of it.

 

Guilt stabbed at his heart. It took him a while to finally get his crap together, enough to think about his horrible treatment of his lover. When Ben claimed he’d never cheated and begged Ash to trust and believe in their love, he felt so angry… betrayed. He flung curses and insults that brought tears to Ben’s beautiful eyes. And then he left.

 

Now, thinking more clearly, he looked at the fuzzy photo and knew in his heart that it wasn’t Ben in it, naked with another man. His Ben has always been loyal. Even knowing that, he was so easily misled and it pained him to have done that to his love. Ben had always seemed too perfect for Ash, and somehow, Ash had been waiting for Ben to leave him. He should have known better, should have seen that people like Ivan could use his lingering self-doubts to destroy them… Never again. He would never distrust Ben again. Now all he wanted was to hold him, kiss him, touch him, and show how much he loved him and how sorry he was, so, so sorry. Ash reached for his phone, the thought of talking to Ben making him smile.

 

*****

 

Across town, a lone gunshot shattered the sad silence of the house. A heartbeat later… the melody of Adele’s “Hello” sounded softly, hauntingly from a blood-spattered phone.

 

[Rebel Heart]

Michel

 

 

 

The sweat was dripping of his back, while I kissed his nape. The moment you become one is incredible, the amount of heat you feel when you make love. Michel and I where one, we shared everything, and made love whenever we could, just like this morning.

 

We shared a passionate kiss before we got out of bed, one last touch to remember on this forthcoming dreadful day. I made scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast, fresh made orange juice, and when I looked into his eyes, I felt complete, and it would be the last time I would feel like this.

 

It was like any ordinary day, I was out shopping groceries, and I just got from work which was busy as ever. I chatted a bit with the lady of the shop I just bought fresh vegetables from, she was always interested in hearing our stories, she was deeply moved when she heard about Michel and me being engaged, in this town nothing ever happened and so this was big news. Two men who were going to marry, it wasn’t something that you do hear every day in this little sleeping town, from that day on we made many new friends, who supported our brave decision.

 

I and Michel knew each other since we were little lads, it was us against the world, as we both where children from an orphanage and both adopted by the same family, early on we knew we loved each other. Our first kiss was under a big apple tree, and since then we were madly in love.

 

In the corner of my eye as I approached our house were two police officers standing, everything in my hands fell down as they were approaching me, something must have snapped inside of me as tears came down my cheeks. Michel was no more, he got hit by a truck, and he died instantly.

 

I screamed and screamed when I saw his lifeless body lying on the table, he looked so peaceful, I was heartbroken my soulmate was no more, he was gone, ripped from my side, ripped out of my heart.

 

When I got home I saw that I had just one missed call, and when I saw the number I was too afraid to hit the button, hours and hours I spent staring at the answering machine, and then I finally found the courage to do it.

 

Darling and Darling are not at home right now, just speak your mind and we call you back, cheers…….

 

“hey love, it’s me, I just got off from work a bit earlier than expected, so we can spent some more time today as I promised. I’m looking forward to your delicious dinner tonight, so I will see you soon my love, remember I will always love you, Ah so sentimental of me, well I will see you tonight then”…….

 

His voice, it was all I need all I wanted, but it would never be enough, and for the rest of that night I spent listening to the answer machine, nothing mattered anymore.

 

Days I spent just listening to the answering machine, crying and calling his name. Slowly I became thinner as my tears dried and my eyes became hollow. His voice was my life, and so my life slowly faded away.

 

They found me in the hallway, barely alive, and then I saw a young boy calling my name, “hey Michel do you remember?”

 

I smiled as I took my last breath

 

[Hashimoto]

"I love you"

500+ words

 

 

365 days.

I live through these days thinking about you.

 

We met through acquaintances; you were the one who approached me first. It’s funny how life takes an unexpected turn at times when we least expect it to.

 

We began as strangers, became friends and eventually lovers.

I barely even remember the details of how we came together, but I know it was you who confessed.

 

You, who lead me on through everything, and showed me all kinds of new things, gave me many firsts as well as having me feel things I never thought I’d ever feel.

 

We ran away together, and it was the first ever time I truly felt free.. Free from everything. Ever since our parents found out about us, we were never allowed to be seen together by anyone any more.

 

That’s why when we ran away together, I knew I wasn’t coming back. Because the only one I truly had was you. Nothing could stop us, not even our parents and their strong opposition to our “abnormal” relationship.

 

Where are you now, I wonder?

I ask myself the same question every day. You disappeared so suddenly, without warning, that I wonder to myself if it was ever your intention in the first place to do such a thing.

 

Unlike with everything else you do with me, you never led me on to suspect that you were going to leave me.

Why did you leave me? Even though I loved you so..

 

The only trace of you that I have left is your handkerchief, with its strange turtle pattern.

It’s a funny story, how you eventually came to own this handkerchief. You told me before, back when we were innocently in love. I still remember it and always find myself laughing at myself whenever I see your handkerchief, as it reminded me of the story you had told me about it.

 

Ah, sorry. I was getting off-track.. But I have been calling you every day. It’s been 365 days since you have left me behind. Hoping that you would pick up. Hoping that you were still out there, somewhere in the world. Hoping that you would still be thinking about me.. although I doubt it. Do you still love me, I wonder? Or was all of this a farce, a farce for you just to break my heart in the end, and leave me with a lingering loneliness that will never be healed without you?

 

I’m sorry.. I was starting to get off-track again. It’s just been one full year since you have left me and cut off all contact with me, so I just thought I’d pour all of my lingering thoughts and feelings in this voicemail.

 

I just wanted to tell you that I still love you. Even after these 365 mundane days of loneliness, because of you, I still love you. Even if you no longer love me the way you used to.. I still love you.

 

Let me say it more clearly;

 

I love you.

 

I know you probably won’t call me back, just like those 364 other times, but here’s to hoping. Hoping that you are still out there, somewhere, thinking about me.

 

…

…

 

One missed call

Three hours ago

 

[YuikiYaya]

Last Moon

 

Love...

I miss Him.

A warm hug, a sweet kiss, and opium.

I miss Him.

As if waiting for the full moon.

Always to miss him.

But where is he now?

I and Shou just ordinary friends. Nothing odd of us. Behaving like an ordinary friend. But it was a fake.

In fact, we were lovers who will never unite.

Fate painful separating thread between us. Trying to be useless. Nothing can unite us. He and I like the Earth and the Moon. Near yet feels far away.

 

I looked at the grandest stage. As usual, he was very handsome with a dazzling smile. Sowing Save the sea of people who are being watched. Beautiful, I thought. But in my heart, feel deep pain. See it is as if it doesn’t matter to me. In fact, I'm sure, he doesn’t notice that is now being egged among people. Sore, saw him simply give a smile to someone other than myself. Fed up, infuriating and depressing.

 

Tonight, as usual, I try to send a message to him. I just say, "Hi". But none of the answers I received. I'm trying to understand. "Maybe he is tired?".

I sighed and looked out the window rough. The sky was beautifully decorated with stars and moon. Stay one more day, the full moon reappears. Does he not remember me anymore?

 

"Cough ..."

"Cough ... Cough ..."

"Ha..."

"Shit!" How many times I bleed when coughing. What all that quickly will I die?

Immediately I take drugs, and I drank calmly. What bothers trying to clear his mind. Painful. Seeing how weak I am now. Recalling where my triumph future. Youth fun where Shou still at my side. Hate destiny which I had lost all my happiness and my beloved people. It sucks.

 

I took the phone in my pocket, opened the successful video recording I took during a show Shou afternoon. Although he had throw me, I still love him. Smiling, sees himself still shining on the stage. An entertainment behind the pain I felt. If time could I turned back, Do Shou will remain with me? An impossible dream.

 

I laughed with tears. Emotion made me cry. Oh, how weak I was. The figure is sickening am now. Shou may not be like I am now.

The sound of the open door startled me. I saw a man dressed in white came up with a smile. The young doctor will perform surgery to me.

"Are you ready?" Asked the doctor. I just nodded ready. There is no need to doubt it again. There's nothing to my regret. I also do not expect someone to cry for me. No one cares if I die.

 

Sound equipment always to be heard in my ears. Very quiet when I closed my eyes. Trying to calm myself. I saw injectable anesthetic began to enter piercing the skin. And slowly I closed my eyes and fainting. Don’t know what happened after that. I don’t feel any pain at all. I also don’t know what they are doing now to my body. Myself stiff. But I can still remember her. All my memories. Shou my beautiful memories together. I wanted to reach him now, but it seems useless. Just call him I couldn’t. But let me call him the last time in my heart.

 

"Shou ..."

 

[eminanmm]

MY LOVE

 

The sun is so bright, as the light reflects to his sweat which running down in his cheeks, listening to his deep voice while stroking the chalk in the board, I stare intensely with Sensei, appreciating how beautiful and at the same time- cute he is. Even though its summer which the weather is undeniably hot I don’t want this time to end.

 

I who doesn’t even notice about other people now has taken interest with Sensei. I don’t know when did it start but now I can’t avert my eyes whenever I see him. As this feeling grows deep inside me I started to greed and want more of Sensei. I want him to look at me that’s why I made a little trick for Sensei in avail for us to have a little time together. I was called at after school since I left the test paper blank, while he is scolding restlessly I couldn’t stop myself from laughing and saying out loud the word “Cute” to him since I saw another side of Sensei. After then he burst out saying to stop my jokes and be serious. I was startled but when I take a second look with his face is so bright red, again I couldn’t stop myself, unknowingly my hands move its own and when I realize it is on Sensei face. To escape from the mess I made I try to change the subject and ask Sensei for his contact number excusably saying it’s for studying purposes. I thought he was going to reject it but as I was stunned he gave it tom me immediately and said ask him whenever I don’t understand something with my study.

 

The time goes by, my relationship to Sensei improve though its only student-teacher relationship but now I can say that I’m a more closer to him than before that is why I’m going to take my full courage to confess. I remember when the first time I call Sensei in the phone, his voice is so sweet that I don’t want our conversation to end. My whole body throbs as I talk him, I wonder what Sensei feels too when he is talking to me. Now, I can freely call Sensei though sometimes he called me stubborn and annoying I still find that part of Sensei adorable.

 

In order to prepare myself for my big first time life confession I bought a gift and a flower for Sensei. I hope he don’t find it old fashioned. I just want my feelings to come across with Sensei. I was extremely excited, rushing my way to see him. I grab my phone searching for the name of Sensei in my contact list in order to call him. I didn’t notice a big Light coming in my way. As it struck me I hold tightly to my phone. Ah... I feel the blood rushing out of my body. It hurts, incredibly painful. I want to hear Sensei’s voice one last time..Sensei..Sensei.. Ah. The phone is ringing, its Sensei, I’m so happy he is calling me. I need to answer it. I need to tell Sensei. “I Love you”. Why? I couldn’t move my hands. I need to, I need to answer the call! Ah, the call drop. It’s the first time you called me, Sorry I couldn’t answer. Maybe Sensei is angry now, making him wait at our rendezvous. Sensei, Sorry and I love you. I Love you.

 

[XiuLin]

The Fog On Rainy Night.

 

I can't recall when his messages stopped coming in, he has been a over seas friend of mine almost as long as I can remember. Many nights spent on this very site, sending message after message over things he liked or sharing a part of his world with me. Then one night I noticed on a very busy day of routine checking that his web cam messager was preminately on away. The last image of him that haunts me to this day was him in a white button down with that same beauitful smile that always made me smile. I should have known he was hiding something behind those chocolate orbs of his. Maybe it was his cry for help that I did not notice. But I heard from someone else that he was planning on the one thing I dreaded most for myself or anyone. It was the matter of pure ignoreance not taking the time to take his voice call when he tried reaching me. I do not think I had any part of it, other than I could not save him, the one that was there for me so much. I still love him to this very day hince the water works now. But I promise to keep the thought of him alive in my heart. I miss you my dear friend, but the brisk rain filled sky and fog rolling in every morning amd even thunder storms will keep the memory instilled in my soul and mind. Wo ai ni, Rip Aishly.

Word count: Like hell if I know....

[Shafa3]

My Entry;

 

 

“Why're you even doing this!?”

 

Jay’s agitated voice tore through the apartment. The brunette glared at the other man. Luke, the object of Jay’s frustration, sighed at his boyfriend whilst looking apologetic.

 

Running a hand through his jet black hair, he replied,

 

“Babe i've already said this a million times. My current part time job isn't enough to support my university expenses! I need these two extras!”

 

“And how many times have i asked, HOW that’s possible??”

Jay shot back.

 

Even though they lived in the same apartment, the couple already had limited time together, with Jay’s work and Luke’s university and part time job. And now, Luke had taken up two extra jobs out of the blue.

 

After a few minutes of tension laced silence, Luke got up and approached his petite lover.

 

“Jay, you know i hate this too. But, it’s only for a short-”

 

Shrugging off the arms that were going to embrace him, Jay sharply cut in,

 

“And you refuse to tell me how long this “short” while is gonna be! It's been 3 months! Today…..Luke i wanted to spend at least today with you…”

 

Jay collapsed onto the couch, hazel eyes downcast. Luke stared helplessly at his crestfallen boyfriend. If only he could tell him.

 

Suddenly, Jay jerked his head up and looked questioningly at Luke.

 

“Wait….Do you even know what day it is?”

 

“Umm...It’s...Saturday..?” Luke replied, feigning ignorance.

 

Jay stared at him in disbelief.

 

Then, he stood up. Pushing past Luke and ignoring his protests he briskly walked towards the front door. Flinging it open, he paused. Luke who had followed him stopped behind him.

 

“ I’ll call you, at three.” he said, back turned to Luke.

 

“Hun, you know i can't take calls during-”

“ At three”, Jay repeated, louder. Luke shut up.

Swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat, Jay continued,

 

“If you pick up, we can talk things out. But if you don't…..Then we are through Luke.”

And with that, Jay left , shutting the door on a stunned Luke.

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Jay wanted to cry.

It had been his birthday today. And he had wanted to spend it with his special someone. Luke apparently, didnt.

 

“One call….And he couldn't even pick up.” he thought bitterly.

It hurt, but a decision had to be made.

 

Having returned to his apartment, he frowned when he saw the lights were still off. It was already 9:00 am.

 

“Overtime..? Well whatever.”

 

Trudging up the stairs, he reached his front door and unlocking it, entered. Fumbling on the wall for the light switch, he flipped it on.

 

“SURPRISE!!!”

 

Light flooded the room, blinding him. It was promptly followed by a cheer that made him jump. Then, as Jay’s eyes adjusted to the light, his jaw dropped.

 

Balloons of all colours surrounded him. And in the middle of the extravagantly decorated living room, were familiar faces. All of Jay’s loved ones were there, smiling gleefully as they held a banner which read “HAPPY BDAY JAY” in glittering letters.

 

Awestruck, he could only stare as he was pounced on by the crowd and drowned in hugs and well wishes.

 

“Hey Jay! Wanna know who organized this surprise for ya?” His brother, Aiden, asked him after a while.

 

The crowd suddenly parted. And from the middle, came the mastermind of the event.

 

Luke, a sheepish grin plastered across his face, approached the stunned Jay. Taking both his hands into his, he began.

 

“ I can forget anything Jay. Except what's related to you. I know these past months have been terrible, and i'm so sorry. But they were necessary you see. Cause if not, i couldn't have done this-”

 

Slowly, Luke got down on one knee in front of Jay, earning gasps from the crowd. Jay stared at him with confusion. Then, as Luke took out a small satin box from his pocket and opened it, Jay’s breath hitched.

 

Tucked inside the box, was a shimmering golden ring.

 

“Jay, i know it’s only been four years. But they have been the best years of my life. And i've realised that i want to spend the rest of my life with you. So...Will you marry me?”

 

There was pin drop silence in the lounge, as everyone simultaneously held their breaths. Luke stared expectantly at Jay, heart pounding, sweat running down the back of his neck.

 

Jay's mind was numb. It was a few seconds before he could finally process what was happening. The pieces, all fell into place. Luke’s sudden extra jobs, the ring he had shown interest in when he'd been out with Luke once, it’s extravagant price.

 

Luke had been thinking of him all along.

 

“Jay? You alright?” Luke’s voice, laced with concern, brought Jay back. He realised then that hot tears were running down his cheeks.

 

“Oh my god, i-im so sorry Jay i didn't mean to-”

 

“Yes”

 

“No wait, i’m really sorry i...Wait….What?”

 

“Yes i do you idiot!”

 

Luke was sure he’d misheard Jay. But when he saw the man beaming at him through tears, he knew he hadn't.

 

With a yell of joy, Luke lifted Jay in a hug as the crowd surrounding them erupted in cheers. Taking the gleaming ring, he gently slid it onto Jay’s ring finger, surprised at how snugly it fit there.

 

“I'm sorry Luke, i'm so so sorry. i love you so much!” Jay sobbed

 

“I love you too Jay, more than anyone.”

 

Then, the two shared a passionate lip lock.

 

It might’ve been a missed call, but it’d sure connected their hearts.

[Dayu]

This is so sad.

[Dayu]

 

Painted Rainbow

yoyo4

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I was so stupid. I shouldn't have told him that I am gay last night. I didn't get much sleep thinking about what he thought of me after saying what's been eating my mind. He didn't said a word after I spilled that secret. He didn't even send me a reply.

 

Now seeing him in person hurts me. I felt like my heart was wounded. I wanted to talk to him but as I walked toward him, he just stood and walk away without saying anything.

 

I wanted to say: "Sebastian, let's stay as friend."

 

But how can I if he didn't want to talk to me at all. Maybe he thought I like him that's why he acted that way. Honestly, I didn't know what I feel. I was sure; it is not that I like him as a person. I didn't want to define what I am feeling as love. It wasn't even an infatuation.

 

If it wasn’t that my conscience was killing me I wouldn’t told him.

 

I couldn't stand looking at him while at school. So I ran without noticing anyone. I didn't want to lose him, the only person who's been good to me. The only guy who laughed at my jokes.

 

I ran until it's hard for me to breathe.

 

I stopped.

 

And when I look around me, I realized I was on the park where the two of us usually hangout.

 

I sat on the grass thinking what I would do so that I wouldn't lose him. From then the stupid side of me won again, I texted him to meet me there so that we can talk quietly.

 

I waited. Minutes passed. The minutes became an hour. The hour doubled. Unfortunately he never came.

 

It only showed he really didn't care at all. I thought he was a good friend. But I was wrong. If he was, he would send me a message that he couldn’t come. He did not.

 

Two hours were enough so I stood and walked. As I was going out of the park I saw him with his classmates. He was laughing with them.

 

He wasn't looking at me. He didn't throw me a single glance.

 

I went home feeling disappointed with a broken heart.

 

But my heart skipped a beat when I received a message from him. He said, "What time the mass will start?"

 

I throw my phone at the bed. He knew about it, why he still asked me? Is that the only thing he could say?

 

I sat on the veranda at home. My mind wandering to another place where we were both laughing on a joke. I was like that for a couple of days. I didn’t eat. I only sleep for two hours a day.

 

I was about to shout to ease the pain when my phone rang. I ran to get the phone but my feet slipped. I stumbled on the floor and crawled to the bed.

 

I'd reached the phone but the call already ended. It was one missed call from him.

 

It made me wonder why he would call me. If he wanted to say things he should have waited until I answer his call. But he didn't.

 

I went to the door as I heard someone knocking.

 

I opened it and my mind went blank.

 

Sebastian was there with his back on me. He turned around, pulled me toward him. He hugged me like there's no tomorrow.

 

"I am very sorry," he said sincerely.

 

"Thank you, Seb."

 

I cried hard as we stayed there hugging each other.

 

[crystald]

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:_red_fox 2

 

 

Purgatory

 

The hours grew longer with the passing of time; the clock's seconds seemed to run slower every minute, awaiting news of the outcome of Stefano's surgery. At the end of the corridor Albert was stirring the cup of coffee that had long since gone cold and impossible to drink, his nerves running through him, leaving him with a coldness that filled his bones. He was tormented by the voice message that was repeated in his head again and again. If only he had responded to Stefano's call instead of letting it become a missed call, but after his discussion he felt very hurt and did not want to talk to him. Now "the what-ifs" were driving him crazy. Maybe the accident would not have happened, maybe Stefano would have been more alert and not focused on talking to him. The discussion had not been trivial, after all, who decides to move abroad for whatever reason without discussing it with his partner.

 

Now the job offer to direct the television sequel to the miniseries "Into the Wilderness" was irrelevant. The project would not be stopped or delayed, even more so with the uncertain future of its director. All were replaceable. Life in all its spheres continues its course no matter what happens to the individuals in the interim. That is the way of life.

 

The car accident had been serious, Stefano had turned the corner with the telephone in hand and had not seen the car that had slipped out of the right lane and was heading uncontrollably to where he was.

 

The vehicle was just in collision trajectory with him when the crowd screamed wildly, at that moment he turned his head and moved out of the direct path of the car that was about to hit him, and although it did not hit him head on, it still hit him sideways by striking his side. Everything was a whirlwind from that moment; they transferred him to the general hospital in serious condition. Albert received the call 20 minutes after he ignored Stefano's call and he ran to the hospital where he kept waiting for news of the surgery. The entire accident had been recorded on the call until it was cut off. That could not be the last thing he heard from Stefano, their story could not end like this. Albert felt that his head was about to explode, he felt his blood beating in his ears.

 

Across the corridor, the doors leading to the area of operating theaters were opened and Stefano's surgeon emerged. Albert threw his cup of coffee to the floor and ran to meet the doctor, who began to speak.

 

- The surgery went all right, he suffered some injuries of importance but...

 

Albert felt some relief as he listened to the doctor, but he would have to wait for the slight swelling of Stefano's brain to diminish to slow him out of the induced coma the doctors put him on to alleviate that problem. He would spend a few hours in CIU until he passed the most delicate moments and then transferred him to a private room where he could see him.

 

A few days passed before the drugs for the induced coma were withdrawn, the swelling had disappeared and now they only waited for him to regain consciousness. Albert did not leave his side for any reason, fearing not to be there when he woke up. Two days later the room lit up, he opened his eyes. Albert breathed a sigh of relief, there would be a tomorrow.

 

[Alezander]

My humble entry! Everyone having a good year so far?

 

 

I Partake

 

 

 

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He has taken everything that is mine. He takes and gives nothing in return. He is selfish and greedy. He is unfair.

 

He's stolen my heart and my every breath. He's invaded my personal space, declared possession of my hands, my neck, my cheeks. My body is his territory, my voice a broken record to call his name. I have nothing more to give, yet he continues to partake.

 

He is attached to me, not as a lover but as a plaything. He treats me cruelly and indifferently. He is cold and mean. He doesn't hurt me physically, but I've already lost count of the number of times he's broken me inside. I have nothing left, so he finds amusement in my embarrassment. Repeatedly, he humiliates me in unpredictable ways. I can only brace myself as he smirks, mischief shaping his perfect lips.

 

No matter how hard I try, I can't understand him. Because after teasing me, he always holds me close against his strong chest, his arms tight and possessive around me. He pats my head, and quietly whispers his apology in my ear, and whenever he does, his voice is dry and sweet. Every word he utters leaves me heated, the feeling spreading until I become weak. I'm weak to his rare kindness. I'm weak to his warmth. That's why, even when I'm tired and my tears are spent, I endure it, because I like him.

 

Yesterday, while apologizing, he pushed my chin up and kissed me. I thought I died for a second, because I felt my heart skip a beat. Of all the things he has taken from me, he has never claimed a kiss from me. I couldn't find the strength to move, so I closed my eyes and tried not to do anything weird as my fingers clutched tightly at his shirt. Cheeks flushed, I asked him why he did what he did, and he looked away and said that he was just curious how it would feel like to kiss a toy.

 

His answer was so ridiculous that I threw patience to the wind. I stormed out of his place after punching him in the gut. Rather than crying like I always did, I felt pissed at him for the first time. I didn't hate him, but I was surely upset. If kissing me is a new method to bully me, I'm having none of it. Because even when he is cruel to me, my whole being aches for him because I love him. I'm not letting him make light of my feelings.

 

That day, a switch flipped in me, and I learned the meaning of the words where two can play the same game. That's why even when he's calling me right now, I'm not answering. I relish the feeling that blossoms in my chest as I watch the screen light up and fight the instinctive urge to hear his voice. The ringtone echoes loudly in my apartment as I count the number of vibrates. Beep. Beep beep. Beep.

 

Because I am just as selfish and greedy as he is. I want to have him all to myself. I want to bury my fingers in his hair and bite his pierced ears. I want to hold his hand. I want him to want me back.

 

He has taken everything that is mine. I am his, yet he has not promised his everything to me. That's why I'm taking this one call for myself. He can punish me all he wants later, but for now, I will partake on this one missed call.

 

 

 

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[Hashimoto]

Thanks a lot for picking me to be the winner!

I'd like the cover card of Itidakimasu, Gochisou Sama, please!

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