Month later...
"Hi baby" Rosie said softly down the line. Knowing exactly who it would be at the other end.
"Hey" Max smiled "you ok?"
"Not bad I really think I'm coming down with something though,"
"Aww" he sympathised "Need some good honey and lemon,"
"Or just a good hug" she sniffed
"Yea that could work. Virtual hug coming your way my sweet"
"Cheers, I can feel my sinus' releasing as we speak" Rosie joked
"Nice"
"I got my phone bill today"
"Oh, painful eh?"
"Yep. Lets just say it's a good job I am earning some money to pay it off!"
"Hmmm... yeah we really need to get onto Skype" Max suggested
"Yeah we really should, at least we can see each other then too!" She smiled at the thought
"Nice thought, then it'll be like a proper conversation and stuff"
"Erm are you training to say that these daily and costly phone calls aren't proper?"
"Noooo" He disagreed "it will just be less apparent that we're hundreds of miles away from each other! Plus then I can see your beautiful face"
"Awww"
"And anything else you want to show me"
"Eww Max seriously!" she exclaimed
"There's nothing wrong with a bit of fun! Just a romantic conversation eh?"
"Ok let's just leave it there shall we" Rosie decided knowing full-well what Max was intending. He was always prone to a bit of passionate talk.
Max laughed as Rosie swiftly changed the subject, trying to engross him into something else. Before long the conversation had died out, not because they didn't want to talk to each other, but there's only so much you can discuss about your day on the phone before you get bored of telling it.
The Coronation Street theme tune blared out of Rosie's TV and down the phone line,
"Ergh you don't still watch that rubbish do you?" Max grumbled having worked out what the noise was
"It's not rubbish!" She retorted "and it's even better coz it's not like 6 weeks behind schedule like it is in South Africa!"
"Ok whatever" he sighed, giving up all hope in arguing with her. He had never understood the British TV she liked to watch.
"I'll leave you in peace to watch it then" Max decided
"Aww no you don't have to!"
"Rosie, you fucking love that show like it's the only thing on earth."
"I fucking love you like you're the only thing on earth" she asserted
"And you're the thing on earth that's worth the most loving" he smiled trying to do one better on her.
"I love you more than you love biltong" she challenged
"Fine, I love you more than you love that TV programme"
"Corrie? Wow that's a lot of love"
"Yeah it is so I must win"
"Nah-ah" she disagreed "I love you more than I miss you"
"I love you more than you love me"
Rosie didn't want to ruin the moment. It was perfect. Well as perfect as it could be.
"Well you know that's not true. But I think we should leave it as we love each other more than its possible"
"Perfect" Max said softly "and because I do I will leave you to watch the TV. Plus I got work to do"
"Aww" she sighed
"So I'll love you and leave you and speak to you tomorrow"
"Ok. Miss you"
"I miss you too baby but remember when the sunrises up in Bristol it's exactly the same sun that rises up here."
"I know"
"DON'T SAY IT!" he yelled down the phone
Rosie jumped slightly at the sudden change in his tone voice and then laughed
"Until tomorrow then!" she smiled
"Yep, much love"
"Right back at ya" she said and then the line went dead.
Max slowly got up and dragged his feet across the floor to the fridge. He paused before opening the fridge door and stared at the photo stuck to the front of it. It was Rosie's favourite photo. Just the two of them, Max stood behind her and had his arms wrapped around her stomach. She leant into his chest, her head interlocking with the angle of his neck. Rosie was beaming into the camera lens, whereas at the split second the picture had been taken Max was gazing down at her.
Max wasn't quite sure how long he had stared at the photo. It was as if he was in a trance just staring longingly into Rosie's eyes. He looked at the way he was holding her, how he just longed to do it again, to hold her close, to be with her, to protect her, to smell the sweet scent of her skin and to know that she was right there with him. He missed the way she made him smile, how she'd diminish any worrying thoughts on his mind, how she had made him who he was. She'd helped him brush off some of his arrogant and stubborn attitude. She'd let him love her, as if there was no one else on earth.
Suddenly the loud ticking of the clock nearby became apparent and he was transformed back to reality. Max frowned and looked down to the floor.
"What the fuck am I doing?" he muttered to himself.
Max looked back up and scanned the room for his phone. As soon as his eyes fell on to it he rushed over to it and frantically began punching some numbers in. He knew exactly what he had to do.
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