The faint smell of a sweet linger

She touched the phone for the millionth time, wondering if she had missed a call from him. Or perhaps a messages slipped in without ringing. And for the millionth time, a wave of sadness swept her. There was nothing for her to hope for.

She hesitated, again for the millionth time. The action of dialing a preset number was too easy. In her confusion,her lingering hesitation, she needed more than a simplified step. Again, she scrolled through the long chunk of messages, the bulk of green bubbles suggested a one-sided affair, till she reached the top of the history, and there it was, a plain 'Call'.

It was a simple decision yet made complicated over and over again. At times, periodically at several times in a day, she would make a calculated foolish decision to dispose her pride and let her fingers do the thinking.

And, like any foolish decision, nothing good ever came out of it. She never get to hear the voice she longed for, only the sinking realisation of how desperate she is, each time he deliberately cancelled her desperate pleas.