Calling OS

Calling

Walking down the stairs, I heard the phone ring. I picked it up, still sorrowfully; it had been almost a month since you left, and I missed you terribly.

The voice on the other end was full of static, and I thought I heard rain in the background.

It was raining outside as well, but that didn't mean anything. It could be raining in more than one place at the same time. I wished that you could be like the rain, because then you could still be here with me, instead of being so far away.

I greeted the person at the other end of the line, my voice a few depressed tones lower. I didn't know who it was, but I thought I recognized the voice.

The voice said that I didn't sound like my usual self.

I replied that I had lost something very dear to me, something I had loved, something I missed. The voice answered me, with emotion in its tone masked, that there was a surprise waiting for me outside.

I heard a blast of thunder in the phone at the same time as out in the rain.

I ran over to the door, not daring to hope, but still hoping I was right. I opened the door slowly and there was someone standing there, holding a cell phone, a grin on his face. A tearful smile came across my face as I recognized him.

It was you.