The Odd Hour

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
It's hard to forget your one true love...

Submitted: May 15, 2016

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Submitted: May 15, 2016

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2.00 am. She felt a sudden hunger pang. “When was the last time I ate?”, she wondered. It had been a good five hours. She walked to the kitchen, opened the fridge and peeked in. There was some leftover fried chicken but she opted for a pear instead. As she sat on the couch in the dark and bit into the juicy pear, she thought of him. They hadn’t talked much recently, except for the occasional small talk that didn’t really mean much but at least it was some form of contact. She’d take that over radio silence any day.


2.30 am. She could never sleep when she was home alone. She had pretty much finished her work for the day, had read a little, had watched a Youtube tutorial on how to make sugar-free banana brownies that she bookmarked, knowing very well that she’d never actually make them. It would lie there amidst the sea of unused bookmarks, next to “How to plant an Avocado seed” and “Homemade Essential Oil Fresheners”.


2.45 am. She couldn’t take it anymore. This was one of those days when loneliness engulfed her and she needed him, even if it was just stupid small talk. She knew he’d be getting off work soon.


“Hello stranger", she texted him. Thank God for the creator of the internet. How else could you instantly contact someone halfway across the world?


When he hadn’t replied for twenty minutes, she assumed he was busy. She let out an audible sigh. Maybe she’d run a bath, listen to Hosier, and cry for no apparent reason. That had been a recent trend after all.


“Sunshine!”, came a reply.
She couldn’t help but smile “Wow, that was quick.”
“Sarcastic, much? :)”
“Hah. You got me. Guess what I saw at the supermarket earlier today?”
“Hmmm…puppies?”
“Close....CHARCOAL BREAD!”
“Wait, what?!”
“Bread baked with CHARCOAL. It was black! It’s a new food trend apparently”
“I don’t want to live in this world anymore.”
“Don’t worry. It won’t be long. The aliens are coming. I know.”
“You’re weird, you know that.”
“*wink*”
“You’re so bad at winking!”
“How do you know?!”
“Errr. Don’t you remember that night in New York circa 2007?”
“No. I don’t. But I do remember waking up very hungover after said night in New York”.
“Haha. Take my word for it. You are NOT good at winking.”
“Who did I even wink at?!”
“The waiter you thought was cute.”
“I call BS!”
“Okay, send me a winking selfie right now.”
“NO!”
“You lose.”
“Fine! Here you go.”
“Um that was a picture of a puppy. It’s a cute puppy but it’s not you.”
“*wink*”
“You’re crazy”
“:)”


If it was any other night, she’d end the conversation there. But tonight, she couldn’t stop thinking about him. They hadn’t seen each other in five years. Had it seriously been that long?, she wondered. And of course, she remembered that night in New York. She remembered being a crazy 23 year old, who had just completed her flying course. She remembered being hopeful and a little stupid. She remembered being excited about returning home after a year, but part of her knew she’d miss this country. She remembered wanting to make the best of the two days she was going to spend with him. She remembered their magical first kiss with the Brooklyn bridge behind them. She remembered drinking wine on his terrace, watching the city she hoped to live in one day. She remembered dinner and drinks. She remembered going back to his place, too drunk to have sex, but they kissed, and talked, and kissed some more until the sun came up. And of course, she remembered the wink.


3.30 am “I miss you.”  He didn’t reply. She knew he’d read the message, she could see the blue ticks. Radio silence, the thing she feared most.  Maybe it was better that way. She tossed around in bed restlessly for the next hour. Why had she been so stupid? Was it the wine she’d had earlier or just the fact that memories of him always seemed to haunt her, a gentle reminder of a parallel life that could have been. She considered sending another message, but decided against it. She put her phone on the empty pillow next to her and tried to go to sleep.


5.00 am. Her phone beeped and lit up and so did her eyes. Excited, she looked at the screen.


“Hey baby, just landed in Hong Kong. Sorry I had to leave so abruptly, but I HAVE to meet this client. I miss you already. Thank you for being the best wife in the world. See you in a week.”
":)"

 


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