She didn't know what time it was now, she only knew that it was a deep, dark night here, and it should be daytime over there. Maybe he had gotten busy again, just like she usually was, so she should understand, but the relentless longing and the fright from her dreams made her less rational. She wanted to talk to him, she wanted to hear his voice, she thought she was going to go crazy!
So, she dialed his number once more.
This time, the call was picked up quickly on the other end, but there was no response.
No matter what, she sensed something was amiss with his attitude...
She didn't understand what was going on. Did he simply not want to answer her calls? All her grievances and fears exploded at this moment, and she couldn't help but lash out at the phone, "What do you mean by this? Why did you hang up the phone?"
His indifferent reply came in one word, "Busy."
