Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

I'm back! With a really short chapter unfortunatly.

I'm really sorry for taking so long to update, but coursework is cruel and writer's block is the worst. So again, sorry.

EPOV

I wanted more than anything to call her. Those numbers danced through my brain all night long, my fingers itching to enter them into my phone. I had contented myself with adding them to my contacts list, so I would always have a way of reaching her. But what if she didn't want to speak to me? What if it wasn't even her? Should I call? Would that be crowding her?

Wow, he looks constipated.

Bronagh's blunt thoughts pulled me out of my reverie.

"You look constipated," she said just as bluntly as she thought it. I had learned that she said exactly what she thought, give or take a few words, but I could never accuse her of hiding what she thought.

"What are you thinking about?" her grey eyes matched fine unflinchingly. "Are you having trouble with your girlfriend?"

"I don't know whether I should call her," I answered honestly, who knew, maybe she could help.

"Call her." she said decisively. "You said you love her right? So call her. She's probably waiting for you to call.

I nodded slowly, her words making sense. I was still hesitant though.

"What if she doesn't want to talk to me though?" I asked pathetically. A flash of anger danced behind her eyes.

"Coward." She accused. "You won't know if you keep plaguing yourself with doubt. It's a waste of energy."

She stalked away as the bell went, her thoughts returning to the music that was always plaguing her mind. I shook my head, laughing silently at myself.

A coward indeed.

My phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out, my breath freezing in my lungs as I took in the caller ID.

Bella.

She called me.

I felt like dancing in the middle of the corridor. As it was I barely made it out of there at a human pace, running to the woods to be alone as soon as I was out. My phone was still vibrating and I answered it swiftly, happy for the chance to hear my love.

"Bella?" no voice answered me, and my hope dampened a little.

"Bella? Please talk to me." I begged. There was no answer, but I could hear her quickening breath. "Okay, but Bella can I talk to you? Can I tell you how much I love you? Can I tell you how much I want you in my arms again? Can I speak of how I think of you always, and dream of seeing you once more? Oh Bella, you have no idea of how much I want to hold you, kiss you, but I will wait for you to come back to me. And then I will tell you again what I have told you more than a thousand times. Come home my love; let me see you once more,"

The dial tone answered my plea.

Sadness settled over me for a moment before being mixed with elation.

She had called me.

That was a good thing right?

But she wouldn't speak to me. Why not? I wished that I could have heard a single utterance from her, but there had been nothing but her breathing. Perhaps next time, if there was one. She may never call again. Doubt suffocated me once more as I made my way back to my siblings.

Bronagh is awesome. Anyone else like Bronagh?

So the next chapter should be longer, and as its half term I have more time to write!

Sooo

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