Chloe slept more peaceful that night, after her talk with Oliver. It wasn't the same as seeing his face, or smelling his musky expensive scent, but she would take what she could get. She hurried through the day as her heart longed for one in the morning. Oliver had promised her another call and like a little school girl, she couldn't wait. The calls had gone on for over a week now. But they seemed like just hours ago, he had called for the first time.
She glanced at the time as she poured a cup of coffee. She took a seat on the sofa and kicked off her shoes to get comfortable, as the phone rung a smile crossed her face. Her palms got sweaty, and her heart began to pound.
"Hello," She said.
"There's my antidote."
"Your rehab, don't you mean." She laughed. It had been a long time since she laughed, and it felt amazing.
"So how was your day?" He asked.
"Why, Mr. Queen, are you trying to make small talk?"
He chuckled. His eyes twinkling as he looked up at the watchtower window. "Yeah, I guess I am."
"Can I ask you something?"
Oliver smiled. "Anything, watchtower."
"When are you coming back? When can I see that smile of yours?"
His heart broke. He felt horrible for leaving her in the first place. He took a deep breath. "You like my smile, huh." He said teasing.
"Don't change the subject, Oliver." Silence filled the air. "I miss you."
He sat down on the steps of the tower. His knees had became weak, and his heart sank deep within. "You ask a lot of me."
"Am I that bad? I mean that everyone leaves me."
"Is that what you think?"
A tear bubbled up in her eyes. "You'll never know how hard it is to wake up and everyone you know and love is gone. It makes you wander what you did to make them all disappear."
Oliver batted his eyes to keep his tears from over flowing. He could hear the pain in her voice. "Trust me." He licked his bottom lip. "It was nothing you did."
"Then why want you let me see you?"
"In do time." He said.
"Please."
"So you've started to gravel?" He tried to make light of the darkness around him.
"At least tell me where you are."
"Okay."
"Okay."
"You might want to open the door."
Chloe looked at the phone confused, then there was a knock on the door. She hurried off the sofa and over to the door so fast she knocked over her cup of coffee. "Oliver," Her smile dropped at the sight of a middle age man.
"I hope you like it." Oliver said as he stood up and dusted off his pants.
The man handed Chloe a huge box and a red ribbon. Then he disappeared. "Oliver."
"Till tomorrow night, watchtower."