Lost

One missed call. He unlocked his phone hoping that it would be the phone call he had been waiting for. And then he saw who it was.

It was nothing. A zero must feel exactly this way - a thought flashed through the head which was concerned with the going-ons of that day. After giving it exactly one second worth of thought, he called her. Again.

The voice at the other end was all too familiar. "Where are you?"

"My room"

A few more sentences were exchanged and she hung up. He had never thought it would come to this. This vast expanse filled with nothing-ness.

And the next second, he was back to wondering about the missed call he had been waiting for.

About the texts that never came. About the winds that stopped blowing. About the rains that stopped pouring. About the Earth that didn’t shake anymore. About the day he met her.

About her. And so he would always do.

Take Care my lady.