The man on the other end was silent, so Connor took that as a yes.
"How is life worth living? How, if everyday, you go to bed hungry and worried that your mother might not come back home?" The man still didn't speak. Connor hiccuped as he started to sob. A shuddering breath echoed from Connor. Connor prepared himself for more speaking before acting upon it.
"How is it worth it when you've no one to tell how you feel, when you've no one to tell you not to hate yourself and make you believe. Because I can't stand feeling this way. Because I can't stand hating myself and feeling selfish for wanting a shoulder to cry on because my family is in such a rough time. How is it?" Silence seemed to ring forever until the man spoke.
"Finished?" Connor nodded before realizing the man couldn't see him, and muttered out a shaky 'yeah'. The man took a deep breath before talking again. His voice became soothing after a while, the New England twang to his voice giving Connor solace. It seemed like years as the man comforted the teen. Finally, their conversation came to an end, which Connor didn't want.
"Now kid, I understand how you feel. And I want you to know that if you ever need someone to talk to, just call this number and ask for Ted." Connor mumbled a little 'yessir' before bidding the man goodnight. Connor went to bed that night with the man's kind words and uniquely addicting voice playing through his head. It haunted him, rerunning in his mind every time he closed his eyes. From his voice, Connor made a character. Dark hair, wise eyes with a mysterious glint, a strong jaw. Lean muscles and strong arms to hold him in when he felt like this. And of course, that voice. The young teen came to a conclusion that he would go to the ends of the earth to find the man. But after more thinking, Connor pushed the thought to the back of his head. Men wanted pretty girls, not troublesome guys and thinking otherwise was just plain silly.