Owen
"Dear you, god that I don't believe in," I shuffled my leg, it was on something hard but I was too busy to care. My knee clicked as I found a comfortable spot. "I know I'm not supposed to pray to you since I'm atheist and all, but what harm can it do? You don't have to listen, I bet you've got something important to do, but if you get a spare second, maybe you could slot me in? Wait... where was I?... Oh yeah... dear god..."
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Maria
Ugh, it's three in the morning, I have work tomorrow... what could anyone have to say to me that is of any import... I fished my phone from the bedside table. The buzzing piece of plastic had always been more of an annoyance than a virtue, but when my mum had given me my third mobile for my 20th birthday, I was supposed to look happy. And now, when my favourite work friend's name came to life on the blue knackered screen, I became flustered with crowded and bustling thoughts. He'd probably called me on speed dial, he always did that. I clicked the answer button, ready to tell him his mistake, but he was already talking...
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Owen
"Oh yeah... Dear god... I'm sure you've liked girls before, heck I bet you get bazillions of people asking for help with their love life... but this is kind of important. There's this girl, she's very pretty but whenever I see her she makes me feel sick. I look into her eyes and they just look icy and cold. Her smile just makes me want to run, and the way she walks towards me doesn't make me feel any different..."
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Maria
"...and the way she walks towards me doesn't make me feel any different..." Who was he talking about? Me? I really hoped not... I felt an intruder on his thoughts... But... If he was talking about me didn't I have the right to listen? Just another minute couldn't hurt...
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Owen
"...Her smile just makes me want to run, and the way she walks towards me doesn't make me feel any different. I guess it's just because the butterflies in my stomach won't rest. Her eyes are this beautiful icy blue, but I think she sees right through me. Her smile... I mean, she's just so confident, I suppose I'm jealous. And well, whenever she walks towards me... I'm scared in case she tells me something terrible. Something that could crush me forever. So, sorry, I prattled on a bit, but, if your still there lord, could you just find a way to tell Maria I love her?"
I got up and lay in bed, hoping that somehow, my rant had done some good. Maybe, just maybe, she'd heard. I think she did, since I could almost hear a crackly "I love you too" but maybe that was just my imagination.
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