Our Way

“Why aren’t you answering your phone?” I bark.

“I’m trying to relax.”

“So, you let me worry about you because you can’t be bothered to answer your damn phone?” I shake my head in disgust. “I’m coming over.”

“No!”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to see you.”

My heart drops. “What?”

“I just… I just need some time, Lize.”

“For what?”

“To work myself out.”

“Nathe, is this about me being angry with you? I’m sorry okay?”

“This has nothing to do with that.”

I stare at the wall. “Are you okay?”

He stays silent.

“Can I come over?”

“Lize...”

“Talk to me.”

“I’m fine.” He sighs sadly. “I promise, I’m fine.”

My eyes well with tears. He’s not; I can hear it in his voice.

“Can we do something later in the week?” I ask.

“If you want.”

“And we go away on Saturday.” I smile hopefully.

He stays silent.

“You still want to go, don’t you?”

“Of course, I do.”

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing, I’m fine. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Promise me.”

“I promise.”

We both hang on the line, waiting for the other to speak.