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Phone Lines chapter fourAfter reaffirming the date with Feliciano at the end of the day, Matthew set back home to choose a casual outfit. The rain had stopped some time ago, leaving only grey clouds and distant sounds of thunder.Phone Lines chapter four by ~vvrules21
Dully, he stared at the faded blue lines on his button up. Alone, he sat in the lobby of his apartment waiting for Feliciano. Regretfully, he thought back to the last phone call he had with Gilbert.
He pulled a face, his nose wrinkling while he tried to stiffen his trembling lip. He felt like he was being swept away with the maelstrom of internal emotions. Wasn’t it a good thing Gilbert is upset at him for going on a date? It meant that he cared for Matthew enough for rouses of misery.
Then again he forcefully insisted Matthew to go on the date, to forget about the intangible relationship. This idiotic date was at fault for everything. If he hadn’t been such a pushover, he wouldn’t have been in this position in the first place. It was the catalyst of his prob
Phone Lines Chapter ThreeRainy days were his favorite type of days. Well it was his second favorite type of weather after snow, but that’s why rain was so wonderful. It was the closest thing to snow that autumn could muster up with gray clouds and cozy days.Phone Lines Chapter Three by ~vvrules21
Matthew took advantage of the view from the glass balcony doors to watch the small droplets pour down. Instead of reading a chapter from his self-help book, the rain provided a comfort that the book could never provide, no matter how many therapists approved of it.
He sighed, a blissful smile curved around the edges of his coffee mug and swallowed the warm, sugary drink. A wonderful morning to start an incongruity of a day, not to say he would feel it would be a bad one, but it definitely was out of the ordinary for him.
As much as he loved the rain, driving in it was a huge chore. He thanked his wit that persuaded him to leave the apartment twenty minutes earlier than usual. The traffic was much longer than any other normal workday.
He leaned furthe
Phone Lines Chapter Two (PruCan)Thursdays were nothing special in Matthew’s eyes. They could even be deemed as the second worst day of the week, first being Fridays. Thursdays were like the very tip of the 1000-meter cliff and Fridays were the jagged, rocky, and bone-crushing bottom. Saturdays had to be the after math of having a majority of limbs in your body shatter on impact. It was like this because every Friday at work, Matthew would witness his coworkers babbling about their weekends, what they’ll do or even who they’ll do. Then there was Matthew, sitting and nodding along, thinking about an upcoming hockey game on the television or maybe the new soup he had been bold enough to buy.Phone Lines Chapter Two (PruCan) by ~vvrules21
The blind date hadn’t crossed his mind though, but when it did, it brought clarity to the fact that he was more excited to go into work today, rather than the date tomorrow. He loved doing his job everyday, but he was inclined to admit that today was different. He hoped that today Gilbert would call li
Phone Lines Chapter one (PruCan)Monotonous, invisible, lonely, depressing, dreary, sad, dull…Phone Lines Chapter one (PruCan) by ~vvrules21
Words that blare along with his alarm at 6:30 in the morning. They dance and tease him as his own personal tormenters, pulling at his heartstrings and jabbing him with pointed insults. Even when he stares blankly into his reflection with white foam from his toothpaste dripping down his face, he could still hear unbearable words that were accurate as they were sharp. Matthew wasn’t a morning person.
His morning routine consisted of nothing unordinary, just hygienic procedures such as showering and brushing his teeth. His favorite thing to do after he was dressed was to make pancakes topped with a heavy layer of Canadian maple syrup. Music sometimes would be playing from his cell phone, just to make his silent mornings songful.
It would be 7:10 by the time he finished his food and searching for his red messenger bag. He wasn’t disorganized, just forgetful. Once he had the strap around his shoulder and