Just a bit of writing
She looks at the caller ID and sighs softly.
She doesn't answer; no, she'll call him back later when she feels like dealing with it, even though she knows time won't really make a difference.
An hour passes, then two, and she picks up the phone, calls him.
"Hey, sorry for not answering before," she says, the lies coming easily, "I was laying in bed feeling sorry for myself, just got up." She sounds long suffering even as she suffuses her voice with self depreciating humor; she supposes she is.
He says it's fine with a half hearted laugh. They both know it isn't.
They talk for a few awkward minutes. Agree to see each other later, and if not later, then soon.
She wonders why they still bother.
She thinks maybe it's because they're afraid to stop.
She doesn't answer; no, she'll call him back later when she feels like dealing with it, even though she knows time won't really make a difference.
An hour passes, then two, and she picks up the phone, calls him.
"Hey, sorry for not answering before," she says, the lies coming easily, "I was laying in bed feeling sorry for myself, just got up." She sounds long suffering even as she suffuses her voice with self depreciating humor; she supposes she is.
He says it's fine with a half hearted laugh. They both know it isn't.
They talk for a few awkward minutes. Agree to see each other later, and if not later, then soon.
She wonders why they still bother.
She thinks maybe it's because they're afraid to stop.