"I'm doing well. Is there anything else?"

The tone was unmistakeably cold and distant. He was ready to reach out again, hoping for a pleasant conversation, but his hopes were dashed almost as soon as they were lifted. He sat there quietly, unsure of how to respond; moot, as she had already left to attend to other activities. Every word echoed and lingered through his head. More moments passed. His fingers froze though it was warm in the room. He could still come back with no response, but the speechless silence was ringing only in his mind. She was gone.