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she makes a decision. she's going to talk to him. they have avoided the topic for long enough. the decision made, she feels much better.
she gets caught up, time flies by, soon half the day is gone. she hasn't seen him yet. she gets worried.
this is it. this is her last chance. why hasn't he come yet? the worry grows, creeping into her stomach.
here they are, face to face, hand in hand. "what?" he asks, sensing the unsaid words between them. she turns to see the others waiting for her. there's no time for this conversation. "nothing," she says, wistfully releasing his hand from hers. "okay." his voice is less than a whisper.
she will call when she finishes her work. she will call when she goes on her break. she will call when she gets home. she will call when she finishes eating. she will call after she checks her email. she will call at 9:30. she will call at 10:00. 10:30. she hasn't called him.
late in the evening, she feels unsettled. she slept fitfully last night. she won't sleep again tonight. is it too late to call? she opens her phone. closes it. she opens her phone and punches in his number. she closes it. puts the phone down. she opens a new text message. "r u busy? call me if u can"
... she... i... *inhale*... SEND.
her heart is pounding. her hands shake as she closes her phone and puts it down. the fear and uncertainty are overwhelming. she can't remember the last time she felt this way. she is questioning herself, the consequences of the conversation she has yet to have crashing down all around her. this is all a mistake.
the phone rings.