[autumn]
She dialed his number, again and again, but it was the same old reply from his voicemail.
"Hey, call me back later, I'm kind of busy. Or just leave a message."
Maybe he really was busy, but then again-
Of course she followed him on social media, and what she saw was that he wasn't really busy, but partying and having fun.
So why does he never call her these days?
She tried contacting him on social media, but all she got was
"My phone was acting up."
"I didn't hear it."
"I was out."
Excuse after excuse, and she swallowed them all.
She was afraid that he would get angry at her for doubting him, so she never confronted him about it.
Sometimes, she wondered
If he really still loved her.
Shaking the thought out of her head, she took a bite out of the cinnamon muffin, the space on the couch which he occupied every day just one year ago
empty.
