Indecisive
He picks up the phone.
He puts it down.
He picks it up.
He puts it down.
He picks it up, turns it on this time.
Hands shaking, he dials the number that has been running through his head for the longest time.
It begins ringing. Once, twice, three times, each ring seeming to last forever.
And then he hears the voice of a computer- a far cry from the soft voice he had hoped to hear- telling him to "leave a message after the tone."
He swallows hard, contemplating hanging up now, before he hears the "beep," but his hand doesn't want to move, save for a slight trembling.
Beep. He clears his throat before speaking. "Athrun, it's Kira." He pauses. No "Hello," from the other end, no sound at all. "I'm calling to say…I'm sorry about what happened." Another pause. He shifts slightly in the chair, thinking about what to say next, what will make everything all right again. "And I…" A click. His time's up.
Normally, he'd know that this didn't mean anything, that the phone may have been turned off, any excuse of the sort, but all his mind knows is a steady thought: 'he hates you, he hates you, he hates you…'
He picks up the knife.
He puts it down.
He picks it up.
He puts it down.
Picks it up…
3.14.05
Okie, before we get into disclaimers and such, I'd like to clear this up: I do not hate Kira. I like Kira. I torture the ones I like.
Standard disclaimers, no owning Gundam Seed.