"I really gotta catch a plan or something…"
"Too painful to be in the same room with the man she should've married"
"Lose one friend, lost all friends, lose yourself"
"I blew it; I let her go"
Shawn Patrick Hunter was back in his hotel lying in bed after the retirement party for Mr. Feeny, his best friend or is that ex-best friend Corey's neighbor. His teacher throughout his life no one other than Mr. Turner compared to him. He wanted to avoid it if he could, he didn't want to be there but he owed it to Mr. Feeny who encouraged him to make a career after writing. His thoughts were jumbled but the main person that came to his thoughts was Angela Moore. He couldn't believe he let her go. How could he let her go a second time? Seven years has passed and she was never far from his mind, reading her articles got him through the toughest times, her words, his Angela. Shawn took a piece of paper he's had for the past year out of his notebook with a single telephone number. He never thought he wouldn't have the guts to call it but maybe he found the encouragement that he needed. He grabbed the hotel phone shaking with nerves as the phone rang he couldn't help but smile at the voice who answered:
"Hey Angela, it's me Shawn"
End.