
I can't believe you had the nerve to call me. After everything. After all you have said, and promised, and sworn, and broken, and reneged, and forgotten, and lied, and twisted, and broken. You called.
As soon as I heard the first word out of your mouth, I knew it was you. I wanted to hang up, or scream at you, or throw the phone across the room. Instead, I just listened in utter silence. You spoke of school, lessons, future plans, the weather, even the last wrestling season. I said not a word. You questioned, probed, and begged. But still I said nothing. There was nothing to say.
Finally you simply spoke, "I'm sorry. Forget it. I'm sorry." And something inside me broke. I hung up. I cut the last tie between us. And I feel truly free.
Maybe, because you called me.
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