This is something I wrote the other day for a challenge on and I thought I'd post it here. It seems fitting that in a new year my first story post should be something original and not connected to past works.

This story Breaking Stereotypes can be read from the point of view of either a male or female character, I personally see the character as female, but it's up to the reader how they interpret it.

Lying in bed staring up at the ceiling you can't stop your heart from fluttering as ten o'clock draws closer, it is the same every evening, and it always will be. Waiting for the phone to ring as it always does, at exactly ten pm. You never miss a call, and neither does she, the only time you don't have that ten pm call is when you are together, something that never happens often enough. The phone rings, 'I Swear' playing at you from the phones speakers. You answer before the moon or the stars have time to be sworn on, you have no need to swear on the stars or the moon, you swear to each other.

Her voice in your ear is just as you remember it, soft and understated, but so full of warmth, of love. You lay there in the bed, listening as her voice caresses your senses as she tells you about her day, of all the little things that made her smile, made her angry, and of how much she loves and misses you. You know that she is doing the exact same thing that you are, lying in a bed that you have shared talking over the phone while staring up at a ceiling full of pictures. You take pictures of every time that you are together, immortalising the moments capturing them on film. At times the pictures and the phone calls are all that hold you together as you wait to see each other once more.

Living in different cities is beginning to take its toll, but you know that it won't be much longer until you can be together, properly. Your relationship is strong, of that you have no doubt, but a part of you doesn't like her away from you for so long. At first you saw the relationship as doomed, long distance relationships are often said to be straining and that they never last long, but stereotypes are meant to be broken. You've been together for nearly five years now, and yes at times it was hard, but nothing worth having is easy.

You fit the two of you, knowing each other so well that you are able to anticipate the other's moods, even down a phone connection. Trains aren't your favourite mode of transport, but for a night or two with her you would sit next to the bathroom, after the passenger who had curry the night before had paid a visit, because you know that she will be at the station waiting for you.

As you hang up the phone you think on the note of anticipation in her voice, you know that it was present in your own as well. After all, tomorrow would be your fifth anniversary, a celebration of the relationship you made work. She will be here tomorrow, and you'll never have to worry about not getting to see her for a while again. All that you will have to worry about is how to fit all your possessions into your new flat, and how you are both going to adjust to living with each other on a more permanent basis.