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Titanium oxide is such a fickle pigment. (Read: painting white is a pain in the butt)

u can do it!!!

Prompt 330: for years, we spent every night talking on the phone.

*Ray’s POV*

The phone rang at the same time it did every night. I knew automatically who it was. It didn’t matter that we had fought earlier today, he still called. I let it ring through, tried to ignore it, but he was persistent. Final, on the forth call, I answered.

“What?” I said.

“I just wanted to make sure you were alright.” I heard a car door shut in the background. “You had me worried.”

“Were you about to drive all the way here?” I questioned as I walked around my apartment mindlessly.

“Maybe.” He replied.

“You do realize that’s at least a thousand miles, right?” I laughed and wondered exactly what he looked like in this moment. If the wind was ruffling through his hair, if he had a five o’clock shadow and hadn’t shaved in a few days.

“For you I would drive all day and all night just to make sure you were safe.” He vowed.

“When are you coming home? I miss you. I want you home, in my arms.” I whispered. I had to blink away a few tears.

“Are you crying? Baby, please don’t cry. School ends down here on Friday and I’ll be home Saturday night. You’ll pick me up at the airport right?”

“Of course I’ll pick you up. I would drive all day and night just to see your face again. It’s been too long.” I laughed while crying. I couldn’t help but let out a little sob. I needed him, here, holding me.

“No, baby don’t cry. Please I hate it when you cry over the phone, I just wanna hold you. I’m sorry about what I said this morning. I love you. I promise I won’t ever leave you for this long, ever again.” I could hear him crying on the other end of the phone. “Please forgive me for yelling and telling you I wasn’t coming home. I never meant it. I never meant to start a fight.”

“It’s okay. I love you too. I could never not forgive you. Please make it home safe. I need you here.” I sobbed.

“I will. I’ll get an early flight. I’ll leave tomorrow. I’ll be home Friday. I promise. I’m packing right now.”

“I can’t wait. I’ll take Friday off work. And the whole weekend. We can watch movies and go out on dates and do cute things together. Baby I miss you.” I sob and laugh at the same time.