||[Sep. 22nd, 2005|08:43 pm]
The call had ended, and he sat there, motionless, holding the reciever against his right ear. The steady dial tone sounded but was not heard: he was too busy listening to his own internal thoughts to notice it.|
A machine spoke, "If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again. If you need help, hang up, and then dial your operator." The message repeated, then silence. Then obnoxiously loud beeping, the indication that he should have hung up by now.
He realized, at this precise moment, that all he wanted was to be with her, to hold her in his arms, to know that everything would be alright. He needed to tell her that he loved her. He needed to call her back.
He hung up and tried again.
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