Eddie's Cellphone

Eddie stared at a small, round mohogany table at the corner of his room. It wasn't the table that interest him, rather it was his cellphone on top of it. He couldn't take his eyes off of his phone. It wasn't ringing or anything, but it just suddenly sunk on him. He was bored with nothing to do. No. He was lonely being alone in this huge apartment and when he was lonely, he became weak. When Eddie Michaels was weak, he could only think of one person- Natalie Daniels

The brown-haired young man continued to stare at his phone. He was weakening. All of the fibre in his body was telling him to call Natalie. But should he do it? Should he call the woman that has broken his heart and risk looking like a fool? He was very, very weak. He couldn't think straight. He just walked slowly towards the table, his eyes still fixed on the phone.

If he call her, he could end up looking like a total pathetic sap, but if he was lucky, Natalie might be in a caring mood and would make him feel better.

If he don't call her, he may keep his edge and stay cool, but then again, he would miss out on a chance to hear the voice of the woman he love.