He picked up his cellphone and started scrolling through the contacts he had built up over the years.
Reaching her name, his heart skipped a beat. With his finger on the call button, he sighed, and put his cellphone back upon the table from which it had been taken.
He had intended to call her. But at the moment of truth, with just two millimetres separating a call from void, he realised that though he had mustered enough courage to decide to call her, he hadn’t quite mustered enough to actually do it.
Shaking his head in disbelief, he muttered “fuck” and went for a drink of water.