Call Me Tomorrow, Okay?
Still no messages on my phone.
I guess he wasn' t going to call me back after all. I can' t really blame him,
maybe I came on a bit too fast yesterday.
I had noticed him long before he noticed me, His shiny black hair and
unnatural blue eyes. I wasn' t the only one watching him, that' s for sure.
His movements were elegant in a boyish way. And his smile... his smile.
I would die for that smile.
Still no messages...
I thought about calling him, maybe apologize for going too fast yesterday.
I' m a coward, I know, but I just couldn' t bring myself to dial his number.
Besides he' d promised he' d contact me when he' s ready.
So I' ll wait. I' m patient.
I know, I' ll just casually stroll past his house. Just to see if he' s home,
Maybe he' s out, that would explain why he couldn' t call me yet,
He only Iii. -es half an hour away anyway. Maybe he' s shy and is scared to
call me, Silly boy, I' ll go to him and tell him that he doesn' t heave to be
scared. That I don' t mind if he needs time.
He lives pretty secluded in a farm on the outskirts of town. I can hear the
sheep in the stables as I approach. My heart skips when I see there' s
lights burning inside. He must be there, he told me yesterday his parents
would be gone for the weekend. They left him to look after the sheep for
those days, Poor baby, that must be hard work. He was probably just too
busy to call me, I' ll have to stay here until his parents come back and help
him take care of all those sheep,
I knock on the door, but he doesn' t answer. Maybe he fell asleep. The
thought of his beautiful face e'en more softened by sleep makes me smile.
I try the door, it' s unlocked. There' s hardly any crime around here, so I
guess locking the door is not needed. I try to be as quiet as possible as I
sneak through the house. I want to surprise him, I cringe at eatery creek
the stairs make as I climb them.
Finally l' s/ e reached the bedroom and I carefully open the door.
There he is, lying in bed as I thought. Quietly I switch on the nightlight on
his desk so I can see his face,
His blue eyes are open, staring into space and his whole face is one bloody
mess. His cheeks have been carved, the skin mostly remmi. -red and hanging
loose on the sides of his face, He' s missing his fingernails, they are laid out
on the bed carefully arranged, On his bare chest words are caried.
I look at him, my hands cowering my mouth.
He' s still the same as I left him yesterday. He must have been so tired
that he slept all day. How cute!
I softly kiss his forehead, making scire I don' t wake him, Then I write
another message below the one on his chest, letting him know I' m here
when he needs me,
I leak-' e the room, heading back outside. I think it' s time for the sheep to
go to sleep.
And tomorrow I' ll introduce myself to his parents. I' m sure they' ll love me