Nancy Wheeler

Nancy was still lost in her thoughts, not knowing why this was so difficult for her. She had dealt with even worse things, even the death. Why did a simple phone call have her so stressed out? She just had to apologize, maybe establish a peaceful and sweet little relationship. But still she couldn't. A month had passed, and the thought of grabbing that phone from her bedroom seemed like her downfall. 'Come on, Nancy. It'll be quick, you've done harder things, this is easy.' She repeated to herself again. But as always, she couldn't. She didn't know why it was so difficult for her, why it was taking her so long to resolve that conflict. Or so she wanted to think. She knew why it was difficult for him, she understood why. She just didn't want to prove herself wrong. It was difficult, after knowing that she had been right all her life, since she was little, and now, that mistake was taking her out. She couldn't stand it anymore.

She grabbed the phone, and call him.