Courtney and Duncan V
Tuesday December 18
My phone is ringing off the hook.
I would answer it, but being as I'm in the shower I'm really not able. But I'm not kidding; this would be the seventh time it's rung.
Make that the eighth.
Of course, they are all missed calls from Duncan. I know that. But I'm just not ready to talk to him.
We've been separated for about a week now. I'm living with my mom again and I have to say it's kind of refreshing to be back at home. I've missed the conservative décor, the smell of new furniture. I haven't been here in such a long time.
Mom's taking it all better than I would have thought. I haven't told her much but that I needed a break. I think she's actually more concerned about what I'm going to do with my life than why I'm here, but I'm used to it. Same old mom.
My brother's been a real pal, too. I'm using sarcasm there. He's always in my room and asking about why I'm not with Duncan. He might as well be one of those gossip-mongers; he's just as bad as any of them. He's actually been hounding me about meeting him. He's always doing that.
I step out of the shower, wrapping my towel tight and picking up my phone with a dripping hand. It's not exactly a surprise to see Duncan's name with a big 8 next to it. All calls in succession of twelve forty-five and twelve fifty? I'll say.
I'm debating on whether or not I should call him back. I keep dialing his number and hesitating over the send button for a minute before moving to push the clear button instead. After five rounds of this, I toss the phone on my bed, stepping into my closet to get dressed.
Thursday December 20
I would just like to say that this sucks. No matter what I do I'm not happy. If I go near him I feel like I'll get hurt. If I stay away my heart aches. I really don't know what to do.
Whenever I think of him I picture his face on his birthday last year. I gave him a dog. It may seem pretty cliche; but I rescued it from a pound just outside of our city limits. One of his ears is ragged, half of it gone. Apparently he used to be forced to dog fight or something, but he's actually very sweet. Almost shy. He and Duncan have such a likeness.
Anyway, when I led him into the room and Duncan almost looked embarrassed, like he had done something wrong. Turns out he didn't know how to really take care of a dog. But I helped him. Now they're inseparable. The dog's name? Jethro.
I don't know why his embarrassed face comes to mind when he's in my thoughts. I guess it was the most fallible I've ever seen him look. It is an unconsciously beautiful expression...
Now, though, I'm really beginning to miss him.
Friday December 21
Court, I'm going to call you but I really need for you to answer. Please don't hang up.
I stare at my phone screen. It's glowing in my dark room, straining my eyes. The tiny clock in the top right hand of the screen says two fifteen a.m. but it feels like four and I'm so very tired. Two sixteen.
Incoming call. Duncan.
"Hello?"
"You answered…"
"Yeah… I guess I did."
Silence.
"Duncan?"
A sigh.
"Yes?"
"Why have you been calling me?"
"Seems weird not to hear your voice."
I squeeze my eyes closed as tight as they'll go, clutching the phone to my ear, pulling the covers over my head.
Friday December 21
Now it really is four…
"I know."
"I hate it."
"Me too."
"Come back."
It's a whisper.
"Duncan…"
"Courtney, I don't mean that anything will change. I haven't changed. But anything is better than this."
He has to grunt to get the words out, like he can't force them hard enough.
"Duncan…"
Silence.
"Duncan, you're sick."
I need to take a deep breath.
This can't be happening.
"You can't control yourself. You told me that."
"I know, but…"
It's weak. I override it gently.
"You told me to leave."
Silence.
Friday December 21
Four twenty…
"I just want to see you."
"I know."
"It's like I'm running out of air."
My resolve is swaying.
I feel like this could be dangerous.
Will I dare to ask?
"What are you doing?"
"Me?"
"Right now."
"Nothing."
I slide the covers off of my body.
It's freezing.
Two steps. I slide my shoes on.
Four steps. I'm out the door.
Friday December 21
"Duncan?"
Arms snake around me, pulling me into a tight embrace. His chest is heaving; he ran here. I burry my face in his chest. It feels so good. Right.
This isn't happening.
"Courtney." It's another whisper. He doesn't want to break the fragile balance we have for this instance. I don't want him to either. I'm silent. "I'm so sorry."
My heart breaks.
This feels like the end.
Thanks so much for reading! This really is the end. For now. I'm almost positive im going to make an epilogue for this... It's been a long ride but I really do love Courtney and Duncan! Reviews are like presents so I would greatly appreciate them!
Happy READING.
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