Sitting by the window gazing out at the empty street wet after the drizzle, I cradled the phone between my hands. Signs of dusk overshadowing the sky engulfed in the arms of cloud. Since last night, every phone call and every text brought a hope, and no wish seemed to matter as much as that one phone call I had been waiting for. Lost in the depths of despair, my instinct kept me clinging as I murmured to myself "She will!", Jack lying on the floor in front of me raised his ears and growled as if he was agreeing to it.
Suddenly the phone rang as I sprung to my feet, everything seemed to have reached an impasse around me, heart pounded faster, fingers unable to move with the phone as I tried to answer it with my hands quaking, a smile passed my lips as I pressed the answer button expecting the sweetest voice.
The smile seemed to wander away, throwing myself back on the couch in shear disappointment as the voice broke the silence. Just another regular call it was and like yesteryears, thou again had forgotten this day! Feeling squandered; a shiver of grief circumvented and at that juncture, my eyes were invaded with the tears, the tears of anguish.