4fter-hours

4fter-Hours

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6 months ago

There was a slight regret she had after admitting how she felt about him. This wasn't the time or place but if she didn't now, she never would. Now that it was out there, she fully expected him to tell her that she was being stupid. That she needed to leave and never come back.

When his eyes met hers, Ximena was taken aback for a moment. Unsure if it was a good or bad sign. His head bowing back down, was something she took as a bad sign. She might have just lost someone she held dear and she began to feel her heart begin to crack.

Then the words he says into the receiver make their way through cables, and into the receiver in her hand on the other side of the plexiglass where she sat. They make her sit up straight and her heart bounces like a basketball in her chest and a smile, a kid like one, comes across her face.

Togame's question makes her sigh, the way his green eyes fill up with tears making her wish she could hold him. Gripping the receiver in her left hand, she shrugs. "Time is irrelevant Tog' but you're right," Her shoulders dropped. "I don't know about waiting." Holding her right hand she places it against the thick plastic that separates them. "Because you know I'll be here every week, just like I have been these last couple of months, to me it won't be waiting. It'll just be able to finally hug you. I'll be here unless I'm sick or something horrible has happened, that is the promise I am making to you here right now, Togame. Until I can finally hold your hand, I will be here in this chair, on this phone, on this side of the glass, every week. Whether you like it or not, because I love you."

Ximena had been accustomed to his slow drawn out way of speaking, had come to love it actually. But there was something in the way he said this that felt a lot more hesitant than his usual cadance. It wasn't that she wanted him to say that he liked her back the same way she did him, but then again she didn't quite know what was to come of her confession.

Her fingers curled around the receiver a little more tightly, willing him to say something, anything. And when he did, she leaned closer to the plexiglass that separated the two. "Who do you think you are telling who what I can’t and can do. Togame, I don’t care if you love me back. I just wanted to let you know that I did. That you have someone that cares. And I’ll keep coming back every week to prove that to you or just to prove you wrong. Either way. You’ll always have me by your side. And you’re a pendejo thinking I’d ever forget you."