Empty calls
I dialed John’s number, my heart pounding with each ring. When he didn’t respond, I bit my lip, feeling the emptiness his absence created. His voicemail came on, and I hung up, unable to muster the guts to leave another message. Each attempt tired me, and my determination wavered. The huge distance between us seemed insurmountable, heightening my doubts and anxieties.
Empty Calls
False lightness
When John eventually responded, I didn’t mention the ring. “How’s your trip?” I inquired, attempting a casual tone. He spoke casually about meetings and dinners, his voice light and unassuming. Listening to him speak, every word felt twisted and soaked in lies. How could he sound so natural and innocent? My thoughts screamed that nothing was as it appeared anymore.
False Lightness
