She can sense it. There is hurt and pain. She is not sure whether it is coming from within herself... or someone else. For once, she notices the other people. She feels confused, and slightly afraid. Afraid of confronting feelings other than her own. She picks up the phone and dials a number gingerly with one finger. There is a slight miscommunication. She calls but the person was calling her at the same time. And the lines cross. Bad omen. But she finally gets through. She tentatively talks, mentioning everything but. There is a silence.

".... well, bye!"


The moment she hangs up, she knows that the silence was meant for her to care. Or at least show that she was concerned and ask about how the person was doing. But she couldn't bring herself to do it. She never could.