The other side of the story

'He saw her online on WhatsApp and wondered if he should text her. The previous day's incident flashed before his eyes. Her call had come as a surprise, almost after an year. 

He was surprised because she had not called him or tried to reach him for almost an year. His busy schedule kept him from staying in constant touch with friends. But she had been always there, with the frequency of her texts changing from daily to weekly to monthly and never gave up until that one day. It had been a couple of months and she called. They spoke for a couple of minutes and he had to hang up since he was busy. He had told her that he will ping her back in a while but in the midst of all that was going on, this had gotten out of his head. He had realized very late that he had wanted to text her back, but was hesitant to initiate a conversation since it was already a couple of months since she last called. His mind vacillated and he put off texting her back to the next day. This procrastination had become a habit and he could never bring himself to respond back to her.

He thought that he had probably lost a good friend. That was when she called. She was always ecstatic when she spoke, but this time she was formal, way too formal. It was distinctly contrast to how she had always expressed herself over the years that he had known her. There was an awkward silence after the initial greetings and they hung up not knowing how to proceed the conversation. 

"Have things changed?", he wondered, "Should I use this opportunity to make up for the lost friendship, or are there permanent scars which cannot be erased?"', she sighed, wondering if this was his side of the story which went unspoken and got back to the code which had finished its iterations.