Hello, I Am Hani Al-Hajjar. I Am 23 Years Old And I Am Trying To Evacuate My Family From Gaza To Egypt

[4:42 PM]

stars glimmered like ice in a sea of darkness, flickering silver and gold as a comet shot across the sky, illuminating the sky for a moment. the streets were filled with empty cars and parking lots, the last bus departing to brooklyn.

all the pay phones were empty, save the one you were leaning on inside. one by one, all the lights switched off, except the one right above you.

it took you a few seconds to realize you were the only one outside. even pigeons, who flew by or stuck around on power lines, didn’t even come tonight. you rummage in your pocket, looking for any spare coins you still had left.

lucky for you, fifty cents was all you needed. you insert the coins into the machine, pressing several buttons till you pressed a red button. it rung for a few seconds until…

“hello?” you hear a voice on the other side, “who is this?”

“it’s me.”

there was a long pause, and you feel like you’ve made a mistake. you didn’t even think he would answer, but you were glad he did. you heard light breathing and you were sure he was in bed, under the covers.

“why are you calling me?”

“i just wanted to know if you’re doing fine.” you respond, “it’s been quite a while since we’ve talked.”

silence. if you dropped a pin outside, you could hear it from the pay phone.

“i hope you’ve made it to harvard, i know you’ve been working so hard to study there. harvard really is a great place.”

“yeah, i did. i have to go now.”

“wait, please!” you choked back on your sobs, “just..hear me out! please!”

“y/n, you’ve crumbled what was left of our relationship. i know you want to mend this relationship, but you can’t. it may have been possible a few months ago, but not now.”

“please, give me a chance.” you whispered, tears cascading down your rosy cheekbones. “i promise you, we can do whatever you want. whatever you need to fix this, i’ll do it. just please come back.”

“i’m so sorry, y/n, but i can’t, not like this. we can still be friends, but we can’t have the same relationship as before. goodbye.”

“no.” you choked. this couldn’t be the end. it can’t be the end. you felt shock and chill in your bones as goosebumps appeared on your skin and hot tears flooding down your bloodshot eyes. your body was shaking as you felt your limbs growing weak.

you couldn’t accept that he was gone. that he was never coming back. you missed his hazel brown eyes and his honey skin and the way he’d call for you at 4 AM. because he was like that. because you broke something that can’t be fixed. your eyes are droopy and you can’t take it anymore.

you end up falling asleep in the pay phone, your hair all over your face. before you know it, the sun rises across the horizon, painting the sky a lovely golden hue, like a renaissance painting.

you hear a quiet ding from your phone. you thought s/o would have deleted your number, so you ended up deleting his two days ago. you never expected he’d reply.

but it wasn’t the reply you wanted. you were his past to a brighter future. you’re stuck living in your past while s/o makes his own future. he thinks of you, and wished you the best of luck.

this is s/o, i just want you to know that i’m deleting your number. i know it’s sudden, but until we can be friends, i’d rather restart as strangers than try to fix something that’s already broken.

Jake: What's the bear minimum?

Isa: One bear

running towards the sunset, fingers entwined, the golden sand squirming between her toes. as he waved, she felt a wave a relief wash over her. she didn’t believe in love at first sight, but once she lay eyes on him, she was infatuated. like finding the missing pieces of a hard puzzle, was love that easy?

"I think what made me love him is that everyone loves him but he hangs out with me."

Jake: This room hasn’t been sprayed, are you sure you can sleep here tonight?

Isa: For the last time, yes! I’m not a little kid jeez.

Jake: oKay then, goodnight!

- Later during the night

Isa rushing into Jake’s room and landing on him: JAKE!!!! There’s a spider!

Jake, startled: What the fuck Isa?

Isa: *buries her head into Jake’s chest*

Jake: *sighs* Told you you couldn’t sleep in there.

Hi, love ! Not sure if you’ve already seen it but I posted your request :) Thank you so much for requesting and I hope you have a good day!🫶

thank you so much for writing the fic!

Jake: If there's a "heavens no" and a "hell yea," why isn't there a "purgatory perhaps"?

Holy shit. The Israeli whistleblower story CNN just broke is insane. I cannot believe what I’m reading

Isa: You’re not perfect.

Isa: But those tiny imperfections are what make you flawless.

Jake: My mom gave me a hundred bucks cuz I made it onto the Honor Roll again.

Isa: That’s nothing. My mom doesn’t give me money for grades. She gives me money whenever I compliment her looks when she ain’t around.