Author's Note: Since the last one went over pretty well, I'll go with this...don't worry, there will be more. I'm not leaving things like THIS! Please R&R and I will love you forever. :-D
Updated: June 10, 2008
It has been four days since I left Beth. Every time I think about it, I feel this lump in my throat that just won't go away. Part of me wants to call her. In fact, I've nearly done so several times, but I always stop myself right before hitting the call button. I have to remind myself that if she wanted to talk, she'd call me, and she hasn't.
Each day is becoming harder to face. Every waking moment is full of thoughts of how much I love her. I want to hear her voice again, see her smile—hell, I just want to be with her. I want to wake up at twilight and find that all of this has been a dream and that she's just in the next room. I would do anything to have her again.
But it has been four days and I haven't heard anything.
"You know, you should really stop moping around and at least call her," Josef's voice breaks through my thoughts.
I look up at him and take the glass of blood he offers, but don't drink from it. "If she wanted to talk, she'd call me," I tell him as I have every other time he's made the comment.
"That's bullshit and you know it," he replies for the first time since I've taken this stance. "Jeez, this is why I didn't make that call to let you move on. You make too many rash decisions, you know that?"
"Shut up, Josef," I grumble, swirling the contents of my glass.
Josef shakes his head. "No, really, Mick. We both know Beth. She's a strong woman—stubborn, but strong—but that doesn't mean that she's not been affected by this." He pauses and takes a long look at me. "And you can't tell me you haven't been affected by it. I don't think I've seen you this depressed since Elvis died."
I give him a long hard glare.
"Sorry, sorry," he says defensively. "Can't blame a guy for trying. Really, Mick, you've got to snap out of this. For all you know, she's not calling you because she's afraid she'll start crying."
"Beth's cried in front of me before."
Josef makes a sound somewhere between a scoff and a derisive snort. "You know, you'd think after a year of dating the woman, you'd understand a little bit more about how the female mind works." He picks up my phone from where I threw it on the table and tosses it to me. "Call her."
For a long moment, I do nothing but stare at Josef. Then something in me screams to take his advice. After setting the glass down, I find her name, press the call button, and put the phone up to my ear. After four rings, it goes to voice mail.
"Hi, you've reached Beth Turner. I'm not available right now, but if you'll leave your name and number I'll call you back as soon as possible."
She sounds so cheerful. I close my eyes and smile as I feel my heart being wrenched from my chest. God, I miss her so much. I gather my confidence as I wait for the beep. "Hey, Beth, it's Mick. Listen, I'm… I'm sorry about the other night." I stop, suddenly at a loss for words, and then continue, "I shouldn't have picked a fight with you. I just… I'm sorry. Will you… call me when you get this, please?" I'm afraid to tell her I love her, so I just tell her goodbye and end the call before putting the phone back on the coffee table.
"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" It's a rhetorical question, but that's just Josef.
I lean back on Josef's couch and sigh. Picking up my glass, I finish off my drink. Now all that is left is to wait.
