Author's Note: Well, I've been sort of... worried... for the past day or so
(in regards to this story). I'm not sure if it's heading in the right
direction, etc. I don't want to be repetitive or boring with it... so, I'm
trying. If y'all don't like it, I'm sorry!
Thanks everyone, for your positive reviews, I hope I can keep you all satisfied with the upcoming chapters. This has been giving me something to do on Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays when I'm at work... it makes the five hours that children are screaming and fighting around me go oh so quickly.
~Natalie~
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Elizabeth picked up the phone and dialed a number that she had never before dialed. She had butterflies in her stomach but she couldn't quite figure out why. She should not be frightened or nervous... but she was, and there was nothing she could do to change that.
She listened as the phone rang four times without an answer. She felt a mixture of two emotions as the answering machine picked up.
"Hello, you've reached Dr. Robert Romano, I'm not able to come to the phone right now, but I'm sure you know what to do, and if you don't then I don't want to talk to you anyway."
Relief and... disappointment? Those were definitely the emotions Elizabeth felt as the machine picked up, but she didn't know why she was feeling the latter.
She chuckled as she heard Romano's answering machine. It was so...so... him. She sighed as she both waited for the beep and contemplated whether or not she should actually leave a message. It was decision time as the beep sounded.
She decided that she may as well leave a message since she had, in fact, called to speak with him.
On the other end of the phone line Robert Romano sat in the dark of his house listening to the beep of his answering machine. He didn't know who was calling, and he quite frankly, didn't much care. Whoever it was couldn't take away his pain. Nothing could do that except the glass of bourbon he held in his hand, and that couldn't even completely vanquish the pain, just numb certain portions of it.
He was never one to drink, except when the occasion called for it, and this occasion most definitely called for it. It was the most depressing situations known to mankind: That of unrequited love. He had known it many times before, but he never felt it quite as intensely as he did on this dark night.
He waited to see if the caller would leave a message, not that it mattered much. But, his assertion changed when he heard the voice on the machine:
"Robert, it's Elizabeth." There was a slight pause, and he thought about picking up the phone, but he quickly changed his mind. "Um, I suppose you're not home. Uh, I was calling because..." She paused again. "Well, because there's something I would like to speak to you about. So, if you could give me a call back, that would be great. Thanks." And then she hung up. He reached for the phone, but changed his mind and opted instead for the bottle of bourbon sitting next to it. He poured himself another glass and tried to drink his sorrow away.
Meanwhile, Elizabeth sighed and hung up the phone. She felt disappointed. She really wanted to get this straightened out with Robert and though it surprised her, the mere fact that she didn't get to talk to him disappointed her as well.
She also felt a strange sense of nervousness. And she wasn't the type to get nervous about anything, really. When he called back... if he called back she really didn't know what she'd say. 'Uh, Robert, are you in love with me? `Cause that's what I heard.' 'Yeah, Elizabeth,' she thought, 'that's tactful.' She decided that she'd cross that bridge when she came to it.
She went and got her robe on, and climbed into bed. She tried to read, but she just couldn't concentrate on the words printed in front of her. All she could think about was Robert. Eventually, she drifted off to sleep wondering when he was going to call.
The trill sound of a telephone woke Elizabeth from the depths of slumber. She fumbled for the phone while trying to comprehend what time it was. She finally grasped the phone and managed to press 'talk'.
"Hello?" She said groggily as she struggled to sit up. There was silence.
"Hello?" she said again.
"Elizabeth? Sorry, did I wake you?"
"Yes, but..."
"Well, maybe I should let you go then..."
"No, Robert." She said "It's fine."
"Are you sure?" he questioned.
"Yeah," she said as she stifled a yawn.
"I, uh, got your message, and I'm just returning your call" He stated, at a loss for what to say next.
"Right, thanks," She paused "So... Robert, um... how are you?"
"Fine" he lied "Is that really why you called? To see how I was?"
"No" she began "I, uh, just wanted to apologize for today." She lied. She was sorry that they had fought, but that certainly wasn't why she had called.
"Not necessary Lizzie, truly." He said. He didn't want her apologies; she didn't need to offer them. "Now, is that the only reason you called?"
What was she to say? "Yes." She offered.
His voice inflected a little, and Elizabeth thought she heard a hitch of disappointment as he said: "all-right, then I'll be going now." There was silence "Bye."
She had a split second to stop and ask him the question that was burning in her mind...
"Robert, wait." She said quickly.
"Yes, Lizzie" he sounded slightly hopeful; as though he was glad their conversation was being prolonged.
"That's not the only reason I called."
************************************************************* Well, I'll refrain from the questions I usually asked, since I have been told that they're not needed : ) ... I liked asking them, though. But, I'm sure y'all can do a good enough job on your own.
Please please please let me know what you're thinking on this [storyline as a whole, etc.]. I don't want to disappoint anyone.
Thank you kindly.
~Natalie~
Thanks everyone, for your positive reviews, I hope I can keep you all satisfied with the upcoming chapters. This has been giving me something to do on Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays when I'm at work... it makes the five hours that children are screaming and fighting around me go oh so quickly.
~Natalie~
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Elizabeth picked up the phone and dialed a number that she had never before dialed. She had butterflies in her stomach but she couldn't quite figure out why. She should not be frightened or nervous... but she was, and there was nothing she could do to change that.
She listened as the phone rang four times without an answer. She felt a mixture of two emotions as the answering machine picked up.
"Hello, you've reached Dr. Robert Romano, I'm not able to come to the phone right now, but I'm sure you know what to do, and if you don't then I don't want to talk to you anyway."
Relief and... disappointment? Those were definitely the emotions Elizabeth felt as the machine picked up, but she didn't know why she was feeling the latter.
She chuckled as she heard Romano's answering machine. It was so...so... him. She sighed as she both waited for the beep and contemplated whether or not she should actually leave a message. It was decision time as the beep sounded.
She decided that she may as well leave a message since she had, in fact, called to speak with him.
On the other end of the phone line Robert Romano sat in the dark of his house listening to the beep of his answering machine. He didn't know who was calling, and he quite frankly, didn't much care. Whoever it was couldn't take away his pain. Nothing could do that except the glass of bourbon he held in his hand, and that couldn't even completely vanquish the pain, just numb certain portions of it.
He was never one to drink, except when the occasion called for it, and this occasion most definitely called for it. It was the most depressing situations known to mankind: That of unrequited love. He had known it many times before, but he never felt it quite as intensely as he did on this dark night.
He waited to see if the caller would leave a message, not that it mattered much. But, his assertion changed when he heard the voice on the machine:
"Robert, it's Elizabeth." There was a slight pause, and he thought about picking up the phone, but he quickly changed his mind. "Um, I suppose you're not home. Uh, I was calling because..." She paused again. "Well, because there's something I would like to speak to you about. So, if you could give me a call back, that would be great. Thanks." And then she hung up. He reached for the phone, but changed his mind and opted instead for the bottle of bourbon sitting next to it. He poured himself another glass and tried to drink his sorrow away.
Meanwhile, Elizabeth sighed and hung up the phone. She felt disappointed. She really wanted to get this straightened out with Robert and though it surprised her, the mere fact that she didn't get to talk to him disappointed her as well.
She also felt a strange sense of nervousness. And she wasn't the type to get nervous about anything, really. When he called back... if he called back she really didn't know what she'd say. 'Uh, Robert, are you in love with me? `Cause that's what I heard.' 'Yeah, Elizabeth,' she thought, 'that's tactful.' She decided that she'd cross that bridge when she came to it.
She went and got her robe on, and climbed into bed. She tried to read, but she just couldn't concentrate on the words printed in front of her. All she could think about was Robert. Eventually, she drifted off to sleep wondering when he was going to call.
The trill sound of a telephone woke Elizabeth from the depths of slumber. She fumbled for the phone while trying to comprehend what time it was. She finally grasped the phone and managed to press 'talk'.
"Hello?" She said groggily as she struggled to sit up. There was silence.
"Hello?" she said again.
"Elizabeth? Sorry, did I wake you?"
"Yes, but..."
"Well, maybe I should let you go then..."
"No, Robert." She said "It's fine."
"Are you sure?" he questioned.
"Yeah," she said as she stifled a yawn.
"I, uh, got your message, and I'm just returning your call" He stated, at a loss for what to say next.
"Right, thanks," She paused "So... Robert, um... how are you?"
"Fine" he lied "Is that really why you called? To see how I was?"
"No" she began "I, uh, just wanted to apologize for today." She lied. She was sorry that they had fought, but that certainly wasn't why she had called.
"Not necessary Lizzie, truly." He said. He didn't want her apologies; she didn't need to offer them. "Now, is that the only reason you called?"
What was she to say? "Yes." She offered.
His voice inflected a little, and Elizabeth thought she heard a hitch of disappointment as he said: "all-right, then I'll be going now." There was silence "Bye."
She had a split second to stop and ask him the question that was burning in her mind...
"Robert, wait." She said quickly.
"Yes, Lizzie" he sounded slightly hopeful; as though he was glad their conversation was being prolonged.
"That's not the only reason I called."
************************************************************* Well, I'll refrain from the questions I usually asked, since I have been told that they're not needed : ) ... I liked asking them, though. But, I'm sure y'all can do a good enough job on your own.
Please please please let me know what you're thinking on this [storyline as a whole, etc.]. I don't want to disappoint anyone.
Thank you kindly.
~Natalie~