How lovely to sit here in the shade,
With no sound inside of me.
Till the white breaks in again.
It wasn't after twelve and the lights were already down. He was sitting on the sofa and purred himself a drink- with the color that his couch would be described like. Just moments later the liquid burned in his throat, same time as his mobile phone's light brightened the darkened room. Even if only for a few seconds.
His hand reached out to take the phone, to blink against the display and find out who was reaching out for him at this lonely hour. To cry for help or scream for need. And it was her number. The one that left himself aching for something he couldn't resist.
The man closed his eyes and gulped down the rest of the Whiskey. Thinking and taking his time with opening the Text message.
It wasn't easy. Life wasn't easy. He wasn't, she wasn't. They weren't. Even if he acted like it was. He wasn't sure whom he tried to convince. Himself? Or her? Emily? The truth was that with time, it all becomes less. And really, it's hard to find the right person in time, that gives you hope that you're worth something. Something simple, like someone to love.
Cal's phone blinked up another time, leaving him with some kind blindness as his eyes just had gotten used to the darkness again.
It was that time was eventually running out for him. Maybe this was his sign.
"I know it's late."
"Can you come over. Now?"
A/N: I haven't written anything in ages, and to be honest, my muse wasn't and still isn't really working. I wanted to write something so badly in the last weeks that tonight I just sat down and forced myself to something. It may appear silly, not logical. But I just wanted to show myself that I'm still capable of creating something.
Thank you! And also as always: Sorry for any errors in every way.