A Call To Heal
I came back so exhausted, I am drained both physically and emotionally. I have relived the little encounter a thousand times in just these few hours.
After showering, the only thing on my mind is to log in and chat with Mysterio. I sat down on the sofa and turned off every bit of light, even the TV is off, I feel the darkness suits my mood right now.
Hi Mister I sent after I have gone through his messages, it's mainly about how he needed me to entertain him. Funny his squibble managed to put a smile on my face.
I clicked on my data to switch it off but my phone started ringing before I switched it off. I checked and it was a WhatsApp call, a call from Mysterio, my throat went dry as my eyes widened as if they will fall out from their socket. I kept looking at the phone as it keeps ringing, I have been chatting with him but never have we spoken on the phone, we have never even sent each other a voice note, so I have no idea how he sounds. All of a sudden, my depressed state was changed to nervousness. I chew on my nails as I contemplate whether to pick up. It stopped ringing as I have wasted too much time, didn't he see the good night message, maybe he will stop calling thinking that I have slept off, yes I should ignore him. Why am I nervous like a teenager?
He is a determined human being, I guess I have to off my data and blame it on the network tomorrow, I quickly offed my data before his call enters. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves that are clearly in turmoil, I really should stop behaving like a teenager in love. I dropped the phone and smiled as it felt oddly good that he called even though I didn't pick up. I was still in thought when my phone started ringing again, this time around it's not a WhatsApp call but a phone call, he is determined. I decided to pick up since no backing down for him.
"Hello" his voice came through.
"You sure know how to keep a Prince waiting" his voice washed over me like a cool shower on a hectic sunny day, and it rendered me speechless.
"Cat caught your tongue?" he chuckled.
"Aah, aah" I stuttered.
"My voice is so heavenly that it rendered you speechless."
He just reminded me how much he loves to praise himself, the annoying part of it is that he has never been wrong.
"Egomaniac" I hissed and he started laughing, a deep throaty laugh, the one that will make you give a warm smile, so I was unable to resist the smile that graced my face.
"Stop laughing, your voice is nothing out of the ordinary, I have heard more awesome ones."
"So it's awesome just not the best you have heard."
He didn't hear the fact that I said it is nothing out of the ordinary, he always knows how to shower praises on himself. When someone else does that, I see it as pride and it disgusts me, but when he does it, it is considered cute, I guess I am partial when it comes to him.
"I never said so, I'm just surprised that you called, you always hide your identity so am taken back when you called." I said a quarter of the truth, if that's even the truth at all.
"Well you won't discover who I am by the sound of my voice, and I'm pretty sure you're more overwhelmed by the milky sound of my voice." He took a deep breath considering his pause.
"I sound like Justin Bieber" he added and I started laughing, he has no idea what he sounds like. His voice is deep, deep enough to give you a scare if you're to hear it in darkness.
"Justin my foot, that's the exact opposite of your voice, his voice sounds flowery but yours..." I took a pause to think up the right way to describe his voice.
"you sound like an old narrator, a deep husky voice." I finished and he gave me his rich throaty laugh and I couldn't fight the smile again.
"So in essence, you're saying I sound poetic." He's right, he does sound poetic but I'm not telling him that.
"You wish" I said, laughing.
"I guess my plan worked" he said with a low tone and I resisted the moan that nearly escaped.
"What plan?" get hold of yourself, damn it.
"I noticed you're not feeling good, you kept replying in monosyllables, so I thought I could lighten you up by calling."
I was beyond surprise at his words. I'm surprised he cared but more surprised that he noticed my mood through our chat. The emotions made me tear up, the fact that I ran into Josh and that someone I met a few weeks ago knows me more than the guy that I dated for years. I started sobbing.
"What's wrong?" he asked and the concern in his voice was reverberating, making me cry louder.
"Easy dove, your emotions matter to someone."
I hiccupped as I tried to stop. "Did....you.....just....call....dove?" I asked in between sobs as I wipe my tears with my left hand. These few moments of tears made my heart feel lighter.
"Yes, I will have to call you a new pet name most times till one finally sticks." he said with a low chuckle. "So tell me what made you gloomy."
"I saw Josh today." I said and he made no sound or comment so I went ahead and told him everything that happened today.
"So he is now happily married with the girl?" he asked and I can imagine his disappointment.
"Not married but about to, he had the guts to take me aside and told me not to make our past relationship known to the girl. So I was just the side chick." I fumed as I think of how much of a fool I have been. Have I always been the side chick, or did this girl come and I was pushed to the sidelines?
"Don't worry, I am glad you found out before tying the knot with him, besides, you're already healing."
"Why are you so sure, so sure that I'm healing?" He is right though; I am healing from the heartbreak, but the pain I feel when I think of my wasted years and sacrifice is deep.
"Dove, I'm your personal medicine, do you think I'm fake? Of course, I'm not, so you're healing." he sang the last word.
"I'm healing from the heartbreak but the pain of the wasted years is deep," I said with a low tone.
"Life is pain, walking is pain, we wake up in the morning and walk out the house and experience pain, do you know how much I have thought of giving up but can't because I learn my lessons through pain." He said and I can't help but feel the pain hidden behind his words.
"Sometimes you act real mature, sometimes you act like a kid, making me wonder how old you really are." I shook my head.
"Old enough," he said with a barbie-like voice making me go into a fit of laughter.
"You made me tear up while laughing."
"I have my charms, Barbie."
I guess I have to be swooned over with new pet names every day.
"So how come LOML is among the first ones you learned?" I found it funny that it's among his first acronyms. Most people don't know what it means or ever use it.
"I came across it while browsing for chatting acronyms, I instantly knew what it meant unlike others that I have to look for their meaning." he said with his ever-proud voice.
"Just to be sure, what does it mean?" I asked.
"Love Of My Life, it's disheartening that you still doubt my awesomeness."
"Clap for yourself."
We spoke for a few more minutes before ending the call. I stared at my phone after he ended the call, he is really a Godsend. With just one phone call, he lifted my sadness and sorrow.
My eyes widened as a thought hit me, maybe he is truly a guardian angel that God sent to me in this period of sadness and sorrow to help me heal. So if he isn't human but an angel sent to help me heal, that means he would one day return or be assigned to another human. I shook my head to stop my imagination from running wild, this can't be possible, supernatural things like this don't happen. Then again, how was he able to calm me down with a single phone call and help me heal faster than normal? A lot of things about him are not ordinary. I looked at the clock and it's past midnight, I shall call it a night and think about things tomorrow.