YaYaGummi wrote this beautiful short story which has a really lovely ending!

    I held my breath as the phone rang. Would he even remember me? Would I still be relevant to him?

Does he even care?

I gripped my shirt tightly, my knuckles turning pale from the pressure. I closed my eyes, hoping he would answer and hoping he wouldn't; and if he did, would I be happy? Relieved? Terrified? Satisfied? Or maybe I would just hang up and look like an asshole.

"Hello?" A voice spoke tiredly on the line. I tensed; what do I say? How do I say it? When do I say it? Now would be my best bet of course. "Hello?" The voice said again.

"Yes! Hello!" I shouted into the receiver. I instantly regretted it as there was a brief silence on the phone.

    "Um...." the voice started, "May I ask who this is?"

This was my chance! My moment to see if he remembers who I am, however, one question remained: was I ready for his response? The only thing I could do was reply and hope for the best, "M-my name is Jillian Rhodes. We were friends since kindergarten and then I left in the middle of the fifth grade," small pause, "D-do you remember me?"

A silence hung on the line. My heart pounded as the seconds, that felt like minutes or even hours, ticked by. Finally, he chuckled into my ear and answered, "How could I forget my best friend?"