She reaches for the phone. It's a habit. Those die hard. Her day was long and arduous. And she misses him. But her hand only lingers on the phone. She doesn't pick it up. She won't call him. It would be unfair to him; to string him along. Though she knows he's still awake. Maybe he's thinking about her at the very same moment she's thinking about him. He doesn't call her sometimes; emails too. She doesn't answer. She knows it's mean to let him think he's the only one still hanging on to them.

She can't risk another goodbye.