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
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