It was the day before my birthday. My boyfriend had recently left the country to meet with some business men about an offer concerning the condition of his company, and as I was longing to feel his perfectly porcelain skin, my phone buzzed. When I stopped my game of ‘Dead Island’, I focused my attention to the coffee table. I don’t remember making any plans with anyone, I thought reaching for the cellular device. The caller ID seemed a bit weird, so I hesitantly pressed the answer button.
“Hello?” I peeped, a little nervous answering the phone because it was a stranger.
“Naru-…” the voice said in a half sob, and I tried to register who it was on the other end.
Then it clicked – It was Sasuke! I was on the verge of tears; my joy of hearing his voice again was getting the best of me. Before I was too out of it, I piped up and tried to ask him why he called and why he was crying into the phone.
“Sasuke,” I whispered, but b