You never pick up unless you have nothing to do.
She sighs, sitting on the edge of their bed. After four hours of waiting, she's starting to get anxious. What could be so bad that he's been gone this long?
After a quick kiss and goodbye, he ran out the door. And that's been it. No call, no text. There's not anything.
That's not enough of a reason to freak out. He runs everywhere; all of his excess energy spilling out in his movements. That's just who Jae is. His passion, his energy; he's so in love with life, and he makes others want to be in love with life too.
She twists her fingers together, worrying at her bottom lip with her teeth. Everyone wants to be in love until you are; then it's a nightmare. Do they not care enough?
But he does care. She just doesn't know it. And that's the same thing, isn't it?
