Unlike Hero

Almost a week had passed since Michael had spoken to his beloved Mieko, but he knew deep inside that something was wrong as he remembers hearing her tel him that she would unconventionally phone him the following week as there was much studying to be done near the end of the year. Michael knew too well that everything ws moving very quickly and that perhaps she needed some space, but something was just not blending.
Michael sat precariously near the end of the bed, staring aimlessly at the telephone, thoughts of rejection spilled into his head as his hands trembled to pick the phone up. Michael placed his left hand on the receiver when the phone suddenly rang out, he jerked his hand back as if the phone was about to bite him. An embarrassing smile filtered through him and for a moment it put a stop to his present love worries.