Jenna her fingers held the phone tightly, her nerves beating in her neck and heart. the clock ticked in the living room from the apartment in New York City. should she call? She promised herself not to. but god, she wanted to. so unhealthy bad.

it was just a month after the break up, but for some reason, she really couldn’t let go of the attachment she felt to your presence and absolutely the person you are today. And maybe that’s the reason why she was worried and curious about you, and your health, well mentally, of course.

“I shouldn’t do this.. I promised her not to, not.. now. she’s fine, Jenna.” She silently yelled to her own face in the mirror across the hallway where she stood in her jackets and jeans. her phone trembling with her hands. “I have to.” she agreed with herself, somehow.

she gave up, up on the promise, it didn’t mattered more then her worries. she pressed the call button, it only gave a slight error before it gave away the normal sounds to making the call, piping is the only thing she heard. she hears the silent on the other side before you picked up and stayed silent. her turn.

“Hey,” She mumbled to the phone, pushing it future to her right ear, as if she’s gonna hear you better for it. she stays silent, hoping you recognise her voice without her name, might not. “Its me, its Jenna.” she says, her voice gently.