call.
My thumb hovers against the dim screen as my mind races, but I can't make anything of it. This is the moment I've been waiting for, the moment that has plagued my mind ever since. Suddenly, my phone lit up and a picture of someone I've been wanting to see for the past 10 minutes pops up. I can feel myself trembling. Stupid, I mock myself. What are you so worked up for? I brace myself to click the green button, making sure it's on speaker mode. A soft voice greets me. "Hey." It is you. I grasp the edges of my phone tighter. You always manage to catch me off guard. "Hey." I echo dumbly. "So, here we are." Your voice is always so soft. Like a feather carried by the summer wind. It almost seems like you always talk in a whisper. Your voice unhurried, calm, and yet so intoxicating. "Are you there?" comes the whisper breaking my train of thoughts. "Ah, yes," I reply hurriedly. "Sorry." "No, it's fine."
