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Davina's phone buzzed loudly, waking her from her peaceful slumber. She answered it lazily, not even bothering to check the caller ID. "Hello?" Sitting up, she ran her fingers through her thick, honey colored hair, exhaustion ringing clearly in her voice.

"Hi...Is this Davina?" The voice on the other hand replied. It was unfamiliar but, in her still dreamlike state, she couldn't help but note how sexy it was. Still, she had to wonder who was calling her.

"Yeah...Who is this? And why are you calling me at—" she checked the clock that was positioned on her nightstand. "1:27 in the morning?" There was a pause on the other end and Davina leaned her head into the palm of her hand, tempted to fall asleep. Just as she closed her eyes, the caller spoke.

"I'm—um..." He hesitated before chuckling lightly. "I'm your secret admirer. Amused by this, Davina snickered.

"Really?" Davina rolled onto her back, placing the hand that wasn't holding the phone onto her stomach. "What's your name?"

The stranger laughed gently. "Well...I can't tell you that. It wouldn't be a secret if I did right?" There was a hint of amusement in his tone; he was teasing her.

Giggling: "No, I suppose not." There was a short pause, and then he spoke.

"I've loved you since the first time I saw you. I've thought about you everyday since high school. I think..." He paused, as if he were contemplating the right words to say. After a moment, he continued, bemused. "I feel like we were made for each other, you know? I feel like you're my soulmate—like...we belong together..." He spoke erratically, as if he were rushing to finish each sentence.

"What are you—" she was so confused and shocked. Who was this stranger?

"We met once," he continued thoughtfully. "Actually, more than once. We had Biology together freshman year. And Geometry and English sophomore year." He added quietly, "But you probably don't remember me though." Pause. "Oh, but it's okay that you don't!" He added quickly. "It was a long time ago." His voice trailed off awkwardly.

Davina was stunned. Again, she asked herself, ''Who is this stranger? Why is he calling now? High school was—what?—five years ago?'' "Look, I think you have the wrong person."

"I cut myself," the stranger confessed dryly, As if confessing this left him emotionally drained. "Everyday, I cut myself—because the pain takes away my feelings for you." He chuckled humorlessly. "Well, I don't do it anymore. I can't do it anymore." Pause. "Please say something..." He pleaded with her softly, desperately.

What do you want me to say? She thought this but did not dare to speak it aloud. She wanted to scream. Instead, Davina hung up and, for a long second, she just sat there. Her mind was not pondering and replaying the conversation like it normally would in this type of situation. Instead, her mind was just...empty. Not a single, solitary thought. So, when her phone buzzed again, she leaped with surprise. I won't answer it, she repeated to herself. I won't. And she didn't. The phone eventually stopped buzzing, leaving the room in an eerie silence, until the phone chimed, signaling that she had a voicemail. The mechanical voice sounded, "You have one new voice message." Beep. And then, surprisingly, the stranger's voice sounded. "I really hope we just got disconnected, love. I really Hate when people hang up on me." Pause. "I know you're there, sweetheart. I can sense it. If I were you, I'd answer my phone calls. I don't think you'd like what would happen if you didn't." Beep. Davina pressed "End" and placed the phone on the bed. Almost immediately, the phone buzzed again. Angrily, Davina answered it.

"Look, you sick freak," Davina shouted, "I don't know who you are, or what type of sick joke you think this is, but I am warning you: stop calling me.

The stranger's voice was hard, menacing. "This is no joke, Davina," His voice lightened with his next words. "But no need to get excited, my love. If you really want to know who I am, I won't keep you in suspense. It wouldn't be fair to keep a beautiful woman waiting."

"What are you saying?"

"I think it's time we meet face-to-face; Or rather, meet again."

"No!"

"See you tonight, babe." Davina fell silent. "You still there, love?" No answer. "Oh, come on, Davina! Lighten up! Don't you know I'll take good care of you?"

Click. Dial tone. Davina launched her phone across the room and sank to the floor, tears rolling down her face, a sob escaping her lips. The phone hit the wall, shattering, pieces flying everywhere.