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Which is fucking ridiculous

She’s my best friend

And I’ that up

One nine-year relationship in flames is plenty for one lifetime

I wrap a towel around oes to voicemail

My phone sings again

She’s still infecting the air Robbing my life of every ounce of pleasure

My last drop of calm evaporates I need another shower I need a thousand showers I need to scrub away every memory of her

No, I need more than that I need to step out of my skin and find some new body One that won’t react to Penelope Winters

I take a deep breath and exhale slowly Whatever her bullshit reason for calling, I’ her believe I’m a mess without her

I answer the call “Yeah?”

“Oh Ryan I thought I’d get voicemail” Her voice is soft Sweet

The same voice she used to whisper I love you the first time

Then to whisper I’m sorry, but I don’t love you anymore

My stomach twists