DUNCAN'S PERSPECTIVE
My arms are locked behind me, furtherly secured by the guard escorting me to the phone, who was firmly strangling my right arm. Although most of my body is constrained, my heart is bouncing off the walls of my body, and my stomach is consumed with butterflies, jittering around. It had been years since I last spoke to Courtney, but nothing scared me.
The guard whips out a shiny silver key, and unlocks the handcuffs around my wrists. 'You've got 4 minutes, better make it quick,' he says, indicating to the watch on his hefty arm. I give him a slight nod of my head and he exits from the corridor. As I energetically press the numbers, all I can think is: Please Court, I hope you didn't change your number!
Hand convulsing, I pick up the phone and hold it firmly next to my ear. The phone rings for a few seconds, but it feels like I am waiting hours before I finally get connected to someone on the other line, Please be Courtney..please be Courtney...
"Hello this is Courtney Satella speaking, how may I help you?" With a sigh of relief and comfort, I respond, "Hey Princess." The line goes silent for a stage, and anxiety overcomes my body, did I say the wrong thing; have I freaked her out? Easing my discomfort, she replies "Duncan, is that really you? I thought you were in prison!" Although invisible to her, a wide smirk appears on my face, hearing her voice was surreal.
"Ah, yes, I am, but I have access to a phone this time around and I wanted to call and see how you are." The other end of the line goes quiet again, I assume that she is just taken aback, but how would I know, it's Courtney! She replies in a soft voice, "Yeah, I'm okay I guess, how are you?" I spiritedly answer, "Well, actually, I was hoping I could talk to you about it in person."
She hesitantly replies, "I thought you were in prison."
"Well yes I am but there is a whole visiting room and I would love..I mean like if you came, just for old times you know?" I could hear a slight chuckle from her end, and I can't help but be infected by her response, reciprocating it. "I don't know Duncan, we didn't really end things on the best not..."
"I know, I know but I think it would be really good if we re-kindled." I knew that it would take a miracle of God for Courtney to come and visit me. I would never admit it to her, but I was a real douchebag, and over the years it has haunted me more than I would've ever thought. To my complete and utter dismay, she replies, "Sure, I guess I could come and visit you." Pinching myself, and restraining all excitement, I answer. "Great! I'll guess I see you tomorrow hot stuff."
"Well, I guess I'll see you then as well. Bye Duncan." She hangs up the call. I send myself up into the air and throw my fits up, letting out a cry of joy and hope. It'd been years since I last saw Courtney, and I would finally be able to see her again, walking through those metal doors.
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One Last Time
FanfictionFormer flames, Duncan and Courtney, have moved on with their lives, with brand new people. Despite this, the two still have undeniable feelings for one another, which ultimately ruins their current relationships. The ex-lovers rekindle their romance...
