He wasn't the same

She couldn't sleep. So she called him. It was night, late night. She didn't think he will answer. No, she didn't. She could hear the phone ringing and the silence coming from outside. She heard dogs barking in the moon…And she had her thoughts somewhere else, not having a single hunch he will answer. But he did. She asked him questions to which he didn't have answers. He didn't understand her even though she was speaking to him the same way she used to before. It was his voice, his words but he changed, at least to her. He was cold, she could feel it. He didn't say anything wrong; he just wanted to change the world…. He wanted her to be happy and she didn't believe him, she didn't believe at all. But he was indeed cold. They were far away, separated by so many walls and boarders, but she could feel how cold he was. She thought he needed someone to talk to, that he wasn't understood, that he was thinking deeply and was slightly depressed. She could literally feel the coldness of his mind all over her body, all over her. Was his body cold too? She didn't know. He was different and she didn't know why…. One day he just stopped being with her…. S…. The initial of his name was remembered in her mind, in her subconscious but there they were, talking like two depressed strangers…. She told him he can't change the world. It is not possible. A person can't do that. He thought she was wrong…. After all, he was always right, at least in jokes. He was smart, but there was something about him that told he wasn't happy. Something that was telling her he is calm and unsatisfied…. He wasn't the same….