Breathe
by Becca
E-MAIL: yuna_ezri@yahoo.com
STATUS: 1/1
CATEGORY: D/J romance
RATING: PG (for very mild allusions to cutting)
SPOILERS: None.
SEASON/SEQUEL: Whatever; Sequel to "Burn", "Shiver", and "Cut".
SUMMARY: No summary needed?
DISCLAIMER: All publicly recognisable characters and places are the property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret Productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously unrecognised characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. The first part of the first sentance (up until the comma) and the 4th last paragraph (second sentance up until the comma) belong to Depeche Mode, and are part of their song "Breathe".
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Aren't I prolific tonight! :) Hope you like it, there are two more parts in the series.
I want to know the depths of your mind, I want to know how you feel. I didn't expect my wish to be answered in the harsh ring of the phone, the jarring sound breaking me out of my thoughts.
Hello, you said, a breathy voice down the line. You sounded like you expected everything to be ok now that you had called, like your voice was to be some kind of saviour for me.
Hi...
How are you?
About as good as you, I guess.
Oh.
You continued to talk for a while. I wasn't really listening to what you said, was just listening to the sound of your voice, letting it reach me through the whirlwind of emotions surrounding me.
So, I though we could...meet up, or something...
Meet...up?
Yeah, get some coffee or something...I want to...yeah, sometime tomorrow? Please.
Your voice dropped to a breathless whisper, as though you were afraid that I might say no. The anchoring point of your voice strengthened, pushing its way past the hurt, the pain, the misery I had been feeling until I could almost believe you really wanted to make things right.
Yes, yes I'd like that...
Good. 11 tomorrow morning, then?
Yeah.
Don't hang up yet, I need to know...do you love me still? I need to hear that you love me before you say goodbye, I need to know there's still hope...
I...love you, Janet. I'll see you tomorrow.
With that you hang up, but I whisper I love you anyway.
Maybe hope really does spring eternal.
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The end.
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