Long after, she dialed a phone number.
She made a bet to herself, swearing that if he didn't answer on the first try, it would prove that they were not meant to be; the busy tone of the phone kept her heart hanging high in suspense.
She had never felt life to be as torturously long as in that moment, sweating nervously in the palm of her hand.
Just when she was about to give in to despair, the call suddenly connected.
The man's voice was low and refined, just as she remembered it, stirring a familiar warmth within her.
"Hello, is that Ranran?"
She felt a sudden twinge in her nose and looked up at the sky to keep the tears from falling.
"Can we go back to the past?"
A few seconds of silence passed on the other end before he responded with surprise, "Ranran, what do you mean?"
"I mean, do we still have a chance?"
"Am I dreaming? Ouch... that hurts... Ranran, you aren't deceiving me, are you?"
"If you don't believe it, forget it," she said, ready to hang up the phone.
