Three Thousand Miles(20)

I heard that you are settled down that you found a girl and you’re married now. I heard that your dreams came true, guess she gave you things I did not give to you. Old friend why you so shy ain’t like you to hold back or hide from the light, I hate to turn up out the blue uninvited but I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it I hoped you’d see my face and that you’d be reminded that for me it isn’t over,

Never mind, I’ll find someone like you. I wish nothing but the best for you too. Don’t forget me I begged I remember you said sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead. Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes its hurts instead.

The tears are running down my face as I bask in her words. They are speaking to me on another level and I can identify with her words. My eyes are stinging and the pain in my abdomen is sharp. I pull out one earphone as the music continues to play. I lift my phone from the table that is in front of me. I scroll through my images until I find the one of Adrian; I gaze at his picture as Adele belts out,

You know how the time flies; only yesterday was the time of our lives. We were born and raised in a summer haze bound by the surprise of our glory days. I hate to turn up out the blue uninvited but I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it I hoped you’d see my face and that you’d be reminded that for me it isn’t over,

Never mind, I’ll find someone like you. I wish nothing but the best for you too. Don’t forget me I begged I remember you said sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead. Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes its hurts instead.

With salty tears pouring from my eyes, I call Adrian, after about ten rings there is no answer. I hang up the phone and I ring him again. I do that repeatedly until I finally conclude that he is not going to answer. I look through my contacts as I wipe away some of my tears. I come across Michael’s name, and I wonder if he would answer me? I deliberate with myself for what seems like hours; until with one fluid motion, I hit send and wait as the phone rings. My heart is racing, I want to hear his voice, I want to thank him for saving me and I want him to know that I still care about him.

“Hello,” he says in his masculine British accent. His voice has me frozen and I cannot respond.

“Hello!” He almost shouts and I jump little. I open my mouth to speak but again no words come out. What is wrong with me? Why can I not just talk to him? What is stopping me? I take a very deep breath and then I force out words.

“Hello Michael.” I finally manage to say.

“Is there something that I can help you with Alanna?” He says rather sharply.

“I just wanted to talk to you, how are you?” I say feeling guilty again for him getting hurt.

“I am fine, what do you want to talk about?” He says again in a sharp tone. This reminds me of when we first met and things were very awkward between us, I was so sure that he hated me.

“I want to thank you for what you did, I owe everything to you.”

“You don’t owe me anything.”

“I do, I owe my life to you, are you still in hospital?”

“No, I was discharged about a week and half ago.” His words annoy me, he has been out for over a week and he has not come to see me, there must be something that he is mad at me about.

“I see, why haven’t you come to see me?” I say a little sooner than I expected to, but I could not hold back that question any longer.

“If I wanted to see you then I would have.” I am shocked, what is his reason for not wanting to see me?

“I don’t understand did I do something to upset you?”

“Actually you did.” I am again shocked what could I have possibly of done.

“Can you explain what I did?” He exhales, “You upset Katharine yesterday.”

“Is that really what I did to, upset you?”

“Yes.”

“Did she tell you what she asked me to do?” The phone is quiet until Michael says, “No, what did she say?” I do not really feel like tattle-tailing on my friend, but Michael means too much to me and I cannot let this go.

“She asked me to stay away from you, she doesn’t want me to see or speak to you.” The phone is again silent and I am worried what he will say next.

“She has no right to ask that of you, I will be talking to her about this.” I fear that I have caused something major between Michael and Katharine. However, I feel that she has crossed a line by insisting that I stop all contact Michael and I am glad just to hear his voice, and I could agree anything with him.

“I don’t want to cause anything between you two, but Michael you know how I feel about you. I miss you and your sarcastic ways.” He does not respond for ages.