On his way out of the hospital, Alan checked his phone. Heather had called at some point. Even if he did hear it, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to answer her a few minutes ago. But he was better now, and it was time to face what might be the hardest trial: discovering what comes next between him and the girl he fell in love with six years ago.
It seemed like too much for one day–he wanted to go home, eat something, write for a little while, then go to sleep and let his worries wash away, if just for a few hours. But he knew that he was getting a second chance with Heather, and if he blew it he’d spend the rest of his life regretting it. Sure, maybe he’d find someone else and forget all about it–or maybe he’d compare every girl he’d ever meet to Heather Meadows. That wasn’t something he wanted haunting him. So he opened his phone and called Heather back.
“Hey,” she said softly, as though she knew how he was feeling. Maybe she did. “I tried calling a little while ago.”
“Yeah. Sorry I didn’t pick up. I was–”
“Don’t worry about it. You don’t need to explain.”
“Thanks.” He warmed at her voice, and couldn’t remember why he ever considered not calling her.
“Do you want to talk? We can wait, if you want. We can wait till tomorrow, or–”
“I don’t want to wait any more.”
He could hear Heather smile–or maybe he didn’t hear anything, but somehow he felt that she smiled, and so he smiled too.
“Good,” she said, her voice high. “Me neither.”
Day 330’s three random writing prompt categories were, “The lovers,” “Procrastination,” and, “Maybe this time.”
Everybody wants a second chance.