Unspoken Emotions:Episode eight
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Unspoken Emotions — EPISODE EIGHT
The phone chimed from afar , faint at first, then louder with every second until it filled the room. The loud ringtone tore through the quiet room, waking him up.
“Oh damn it... how can this be a dream?” Jeffrey muttered, punching his pillow in frustration.
He had been thinking about Gina all night, her cold and harsh attitude towards him. At one point, he admitted to himself that, despite everything, Gina had been good to him. She had cared. She had loved him once. Explaining what truly happened back then suddenly felt more important than ever.
He drifted off into sleep while drowning in those thoughts. And as the saying goes, we dream of the things we dwell on.
In his dream, Gina wasn’t angry. She wasn’t distant. She was back, warm, gentle, smiling at him, there the smiles held doubts. The woman he had loved all this while was back in his life... not through effort of his, but fate. Yet, cruelly, it was only a dream.
Now, that lovely dream had turned into torment.
Gina sat up, his chest tight with longing. Memories flooded in, gina sharing her provisions with him in high school, slipping lovely notes into his bag, laughing at his terrible jokes, cheering for him during the “Inter-Schools” games. Those were the days she stood by him when no one else did.
The more he remembered, the heavier it felt, every beautiful memory cutting deeper than the last.
He barely caught a sleep before dawn broke. When he finally stirred, the room was pale with morning light.
He stretched lazily, his fingers sliding along the wall, searching for the switch. Click. The bulb flickered to life, chasing the shadows away.
Jeffrey reached for his phone, which was on charge. He checked the screen, three missed calls.
He frowned, unlocking it slowly.
The name on the screen made his heartbeat faster.
Gina
Was this another dream? Or had the past just found its way back for re
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