>The call drops
>The sound of her hanging up is brief, but still pierces my heart like a dart as I slowly bring the phone down from my ear
>Again, she sounds bored of me. As if any luster I've had has worn off to her
>This is the fifth time Lucy's hung up on me over the past two weeks where she hasn't even let me say "bye" to her on the phone
>I suppose I can't blame her: our relationship's been going on for eight months. Maybe I haven't tended to her needs as much. Maybe I haven't been as thoughtful about her.
>It's probably my fault either way. I should do something to rekindle the spark between us.
>As I walk back home through the streets of Olivine, ELO's Telephone Line comes on my playlist, to which I give a quick skip and a 'fuck no' under my breath
>I walk into my house and halfheartedly pour a cup of rice into my rice cooker and put it on before slumping to my room and collapsing into my bed
>How did things get like this? Does she even feel the same way about me anymore?
>I turn over and absentmindedly glance at my hands, thoughts of previous creations of mine crossing my mind; from paper cranes when I was younger to useless machines resulting from time misuse in my electrical engineering classes
>Perhaps I could make her something. Lucy always liked Opal, so maybe I could make her an Opal pendant. Simply buying it would be expensive and lazy.
>I get up from my bed and look up "Metalworking classes near me"
>There aren't many places to choose from (and working as a clerk in my local crafts store doesn't necessarily give me the disposable income I desire), but this one "Modern Smithing" is relatively close to my house and the base classes are cheap as long as you don't pay to work with the more expensive materials
>I sign up for the classes at a time that wouldn't conflict with my work schedule, already designing the pendant in my head as I walk to the kitchen to eat
>The rest of the night escapes me as I head to bed, eager to start the class
