He pressed “End Call” and stared at his phone for a second.
The screen was now solid black, as if it reflected the scorching anger that filled his heart, charred to nothing, consumed by the flames of hate.

The relationship had gone nowhere fast, His father moved out when he was only five. His mother had done almost nothing to raise him, and cared for him less and less every day.

As a child, he had set times to call, times he knew his father would most likely answer the phone, after countless unanswered rings, he finally gave up.

Dimitri was used to rejection, He knew what it meant to grow up in a broken home. He had promised himself to never let his kids feel this way, but he often wondered how could someone who knew nothing of love, give love to someone else?