Fan Fiction ❯ Broken Heart ❯ Broken Heart ( Chapter 1 )

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By: Rosegirl18
She phoned him everyday to hear his voice...but when she learned he loved another, her heart broke. But soon after, she learned something that made her cry even more. TOTAL ANGST Romance and Drama.

Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 08.11.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 337 | Status: Completed

Broken Heart
By Rosegirl18
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I grip my cellphone. My fingers get ready to dial his number, as it has done so many times.
Ring ring...
"Hello?"
“…”
I feel so happy... hearing his voice is heaven itself. He is my reason to live, a joy in my bleak existence.
"Hello? Hello?"
“…”
"Oh, it's you again. Geez, it's kind of getting annoying now, okay? Just tell me your name."
“…”
"Please just tell me something!!! I'm hanging up now then, okay?"
“…”
"Goodbye."
Click.
I go to sleep with a smile on my face, a blush appearing on my cheeks. I will see him at school.
The next day I phoned again.
And the next, and the next.
"Hey, click a button for yes, two for no, okay?"
Finally tired with my silence, he devises something to make communication.
"Do you go to my school?"
Click.
"Do you like me or something? You're like a stalker."
Click.
"Oh, really? That's very flattering, but I'm sorry to tell you, I like someone else. Sorry."
“…”
"Hey? Are you there? Hey?! Hn, she hung up."
The phone slips from my hand. My shock is too much.
He liked someone else.
 
A tear rolls down, and begins a stream of sobs that can't be held back. Why do people love? Because it comes to them. It torments them while they walk, while they sleep, while they talk and listen.
I tried to phone him…my fingers were poised, ready to dial.
But I couldn't.
He liked someone else.
And the next day, I didn't.
And the next
And the next.
Slowly, my heart began to break.
Then one day, he didn't come to school. A week passed, and then a month.
The teacher told us he had been in an accident.
That night, I phoned. I had to. His voice seemed weary.
"You...haven't...called...in...a...while..."
Maybe I was mistaken, but with a thread of hope and an aching desire, I thought I heard relief. Maybe he was lonely. Perhaps he had wanted me to call.
He stopped for breath.
"I've...been...in...a...car...crash...I...won't...be...able.. .to...talk...if...I...survive....
like...the...person...I...like..."
He sighed, and I gasped.
"She's...mute....you...know...."
If only... If only I had been able to tell…
A few days later, the teacher told us you had died of your injuries. If only you had told me earlier...
I would have been able to tell you, or at least show you that...
 
I was....
 
...mute.
 
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The End