Week 3
He'd called again, to her home this time. He'd wanted to talk to her and only her.
But she hadn't answered. She couldn't. The trouble falling upon her was to hard already, talking to him would only create more.
So she had let him talk to her machine. Sense then she had played her message several times.
"I'm sorry if I've done something. I didn't mean to hurt you and I really hope you'll talk to me again."
It was short, sweet and straight to the point. No games. No taunting. Just him, and his true feelings behind his voice.
God how she just wanted to find a way to run to him, she normally loathed such girly behavior. Though all she wanted at the moment was for him to wrap his arms around her and hold her tight.