Late night phone call
It was quiet. The only sound was the clock, her breathing, and his voice on the other end of the line. But there was a roaring coming from her heart that filled her ears with a deafening sound. It was a sound of grief, and it would only be a matter of time before the roaring reached its bitter cries to her eyes and made them sting, producing tears. But she could hold it off, maybe. Maybe until the end of this conversation, if she could back it off quickly. If she could stop the stem of his words.
But she had so many questions. So many thoughts that played tag and morphed into others. They kept spinning round and round. There was no way she could stop this conversation. Besides, he wasn't saying much either. It was just the roaring from her heart repeating things he had already said.
The muffled sound of his tears that she had mistaken for laughing, and then realized with true horror that she had made him cry. Well, partially. It was what she had said and how it had connected to his per