Hatters-Workshop

 He stares at the phone. He's ended it. He never thought He would be the one to do this. Not to her. Never her. But here He was, staring at the long text conversation. He can tell she hates Him for doing it like this, but He knew He couldn't face calling her, and neither could He carry on long enough for her to come back and meet up with Him. She had always scared Him a little. She was too much her own person, while He was always a little trepidacious. A little frightened of the world. He didn't want to face her anger. He had tried to keep it going, but the distance was difficult. She had come to visit Him this time last week, two weeks sin