Steele stares at the blank screen of the phone, sighing loudly.
"I love you Wren"
Steele slaps himself on the face hard, not giving himself the slightest reprieve, feeling the uneven flesh under his hand. He pulls it back and looks at his own hand with disgust, but truthfully he is more disgusted in his lack of action.
Why are the words so easy to say to an inanimate object, shouldn’t it be the same when she is on the line? Yet the words flow so easily in this silent room to a blank screen. How does it make sense?
Steele shakes his head, shoving his phone back in his pocket with such aggressiveness, still exasperated in himself, the action not relieving a single bit of built up frustration. All he can do now is focus his energy on the task at hand. He stands up and expertly wraps his
