∆ Will You Call? ∆

how strange

"you didn't call."

"i was busy." Eli replies.

"you're always busy. why did you even start calling me? for all I know you could be some dirty old man trying to sell me drugs."

"is that what you think of me, love?" He says. I can hear the amusement in his voice.

"no."

"then," he starts, whispering, "what do you think of me?"

"i think you are also a pedophile that wants to get me drunk."

He laughs, "you do amuse me."

"why did you start calling me?"

"i needed you." He says simply, as if stating his eyes were blue.

"why? i don't even know you."

"ah, see, but alas you do."

"who, " I breathe my words, "are you?"

"i'm someone you know. if i say much more, you'll never speak to me again, and trust me, that would be terrible for me. i couldn't go on without you."

"i don't get it. of course you could go on. do you even know my name?" I say, getting frustrated.

"Dylan."

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"what are you?" He says quietly. It's one of the nights were we just talk for hours on end.

"human?"

"me too, i think."

"hmm."

"how strange is it to be anything at all." He whispers.

"so you like Alice in Wonderland?"

"love, not like."

"me too." I smile as I whisper a reply.

"how long have i been calling you?" He asks suddenly.

"about a month, why?"

"it's our one month anniversary."

I grin, "indeed it is."

"look outside."

"what?"

"just do it, love." He says soothingly.

I peer outside, "there's nothing there."

"look up, darling."

Then I see it. I gasp.

"i'm looking at the same stars, love."

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