He called, again.
She pick up after like 10 missed called.
It's not that she wasn't there.
She was there the whole time staring at her phone when it ring.
"ah that name again, you again. why don’t you ever get tired"
"just give up, why you are so persistent, I’m tired"
"I want a nice and quiet life. I have it now here"
"could you please stop bothering me"
"have a life, please"
She finally answer her phone, because she knew he will keep calling until she answer it.
"how you doing? how is the new place? when will you be back?" he said
She is not saying a single word.
"you there? I know you're there. please say something" he said softly.
"what do you want?" she answers him.
"I miss you" he whispered "I miss us"
She stay silent and say nothing.
The only word that she said was "I know. bye"
Then she hang up the phone.
She lay her back in her bed. staring at the ceiling, wondering.
Her mind is flying somewhere, exploring her apartment room.
She is not sure what to feel.
She wants to be sad but she is tired.
She wants to be angry but she knows it's no use.
She is running out energy to response the world.
So she just lay back and close her eyes.
Hoping that she will get through this, whatever it is.
She fell asleep.
She will wake up and pretending that none of it ever happen.
