“Why do you want to talk now?” she asked me. Her voice wasn’t filled with anger, or hesitation. She was just asking a question.

The truth was, I didn’t know the answer. In fact, I honestly had very little idea as to why I called her. I suppose it was the feeling I’d been having the last few days; I’d been unable to define exactly what that feeling was, but I knew it was linked to her somehow. It wasn’t love; or was it. It was certainly similar to loneliness, and the feeling of longing that always accompanies it.

What was so curious about this feeling was the hint of fear that had wedged it’s way into my chest. I wanted to know how she was doing, I wanted to make sure she was OK.

I was afraid she wasn’t.