Jasmine's POV
I looked over at my iPhone on my bedside table.
2 A.M.
Have I really been sitting by my window for three hours?
My house has been utterly silent. Just alone with me and my thoughts. It's crazy the amount of things that haunt you when the only company you have is your brain and your heart.
I looked up. That noise. I looked out my window and saw a car sped pass by. How irresponsible. But how I envy I was in the car, going the speed of light.
Logan thinks I hate him. But he never knew what I never said.
This is probably the last thing I should be doing…
I went to my bedside table, picked up the phone and called Logan. It rang five times.
Voicemail. "Hey you've reached Logan. Leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible."
"H-hey," I stuttered, "I'm so sorry I hung up on you. We were both angry and we said things that we shouldn't have said. Please come back. Please call back."
You're pretty hard to forget, Logan Watson.
Closing my eyes, I started rubbing my temples, why must we be so difficult. Gently opening my eyes, I see a male figure sitting on my bed. Logan?
"What are you doing here?" I asked. He didn't respond. His expression was blank. He wasn't even looking at me. Does he not hear me?
"What are you doing here?" I repeated a little louder. No response.
I got up from where I was sitting and approached him, leaning towards his face I yelled, "What are you doing here?!" Still no response. As I tried to push him, I fell face first on to my bed. And that's when the tears began to form.
It was an illusion. My mind tricked me into thinking he was here. When in actuality, he wasn't.
He felt so real. Just like the real Logan, he knew how to push my buttons. I gave him everything and he gave me nothing.
Logan's POV
I looked at the clock hanging above my bed. 2 A.M. It's been hours since Jasmine and I had another fight on the phone. It seems this time it's over. For good.
I've been sitting by my bedroom window for a while now. I live next to a highway so I see cars pass by all the time. I spot a glare coming down the road, the bright headlights pass by like the speed of light.
No doubt Jasmine probably seen that car too. It's kind of a thing that we like to do except we would be on our phones talking to each other staring outside our respective windows.
Buzzing from my phone interrupted my thoughts. It's probably Jasmine. Should I….?
Too late. It went to voicemail.
Unlocking my phone I listened to the voicemail, "Hey I'm so sorry I hung up on you. We were both angry and we said things that we shouldn't have said. Please come back. Please call back."
Truth is, I can't be mad at you anymore, I miss you too much.
I began to get a headache, but just as I close my eyes, I hear a voice.
"You never mean sorry. I can't hold out any longer for you to change. This is the last time. It's the end. For reals."
It's Jasmine's voice.
Sure, of course I pushed her buttons at times but she gave me everything. And I gave her nothing.
"I wish you were here."
"I wish you were here."
Very short and sweet, I hope. I'm on another break so obviously I had to upload a story! Leave me your thoughts, opinions, etc!
P.S. The Jogan 1989 Collection of stories are like borderline mature-ish, very different than other stories I've written.
