HE gets a call routed from outer space. HELLEEEEEWWWWW ... it's her!
for the first time in a loong while, she's calling again ... why now? ... oh well ... it's a big day and it's probable she's decent enough to ask how it went ... but hey, when she's in town she doesn't bother and now she's calling through outer space?? ... interesting ... indeed
conversation goes like it usually does ... nothing meaningful ... how's life? blablabla ... she hates her most financially rewarding job ... he hates his delayed life in Cairo ... oh well ... everyone seems to be calling him for no other reason than to bitch about their lives ... he can take one more ...
"I really miss you!" .... the words stormed into his ears and the whole world froze ... he stuttered a bit and managed to make a joke out of things ... but wait a minute ... WHAT???!!!
what the hell is that supposed to mean?? like seriously what good could come out of that?? is this yet another attempted cycle??
his head is whirlpooling with ideas ... visions .. one thing is common between all of them, none of them are pleasant. bitterness struck his heart like blunt knives ... the kind the would hurt but not cut ... he wants to just scream it all out in her face but it would never go as he plans ... and he'll never be able to portray it the right way ... he's just sick of feeling like such an ornament ... an instrument ... sometimes he just needs to vent it out