Six

"I Love you"

huh?

She was beyond confused.

He was drunk,

sure, she knew it. She really shouldn't have accepted the call from the very first place.

Yet she did.

"Claire?"

She bit her lower lips to prevent herself from replying.

"If I tell you how much I love you back then, will you still give up on me?"

God, she misses his voice.

"I'm trying to drunk myself off, to get rid of my memories of you"

He added, taking another shot afterwards.

"After seeing you again for the first time in years"

He chuckles,

" I felt very sad"

She was fully aware of it.

"I felt like"

He was watching them,

She knew.

"there should be the two of us standing there"

She can hear the buzzing sound in the back ground.

"Not you and him. But what can I do?"

"dammit Claire, I was doing great but then they said your name"

Gilbert. A drunk Gilbert never states the truth, you're always fully aware of it.

"Answer me"

Then she heard a sniff.

Is he crying?

"fuck, I'm just talking to myself again"

"Claire"

"Everything is blurry"

He chuckles

"But the feelings are real, I Love You"

He was drunk.

"Will you ever love me again?"

"The day you told me you're giving up on me was the day I was about to confess"

Her heat skipped a beat

"did you know that?"

"Say it, before it's too late. And I'm late"

She presses the mute button

" I read our old messages, I laugh, then I cried"

"Heck, when did you stop chatting me?"

"I'm trying to forget you, but I'm also waiting for you to come back"

She heard a cling of glass.

"I miss you, whenever something funny happens. I always want to tell you about it"

This made her smile.

She felt guilty of something she could have said.

"Claire."

"I'm sorry"

"I'm not ready to forget about you"

"I don't think I could ever unloved you either"

"Claire"

Yes

"Is this how you felt back then?"

He cried.

"I'm really sorry"

"Last night, I saw you in my dreams again, it felt so real I wanna see you again ever just for a glimpse."

"You know what I see?"

"The next thing I see, He was holding your hand"

She heard thud.

"I Love you; I miss you, heck I want you back when we have nothing to comeback with from the very beginning."

"Claire, I wish you could hear all the words I'm afraid to say"

I can, I can clearly hear them.

"No one can explain the way I'm missing you"

He added.

"Things are shit and I need you, Claire"

She felt her whole world stop at his next words.

"I'm joining the war. Claire"

"I just need to talk to someone. Not someone"

He said, playing with his drink.

"You"

"Losing you was a nightmare, but loving you was even worse."

"Not that I regret it though"

He said with a chuckle.

"Please don't forget me and all the things we did"

"I'm leaving tomorrow, And I think I'll miss you forever like the stars miss the sun in the morning skies"

"Anyway.... Take care of yourself"

Call ended.

The phone dropped on her hand to the mattress, so does her tears.

With a soft knock on the door, she turns around.

"Arthur"

She cried.

Who is she kidding?

He wasn't drunk.

"He loves me"

His alcohol tolerance was far higher than that he could never get drunk.