Re: Phone Call: Seven/Marta
[Of all the voices she thought might be on the other end of the line, his wasn't one she was expecting. At all. She thought Hannah, or maybe Travis. Even Derek, if she'd looked up the number. Not Seven. But she'd know his voice even down the worst connection, and this one is crystal clear. She responds with a swift inhale and a swallow so hard that her throat clicks painfully. Fingers tightening around the handset of the telephone, she closes her eyes and tries to take a calming breath like they've been teaching in the meditation sessions.
With her next exhale, she tries to say his name, but all she gets at first is the softest hiss from between her teeth. Digging her knuckles into her thigh through the soft material of her yoga pants (from the morning's early class), she focuses on the sharp sensation and lets it center and ground her.]
Seven...
[A breath, barely a whisper, but his name escapes without even a hitch in the middle. And with the way her heart is hammering, she knows it should be a victory, but she's nowhere near able to focus on that at the moment.]