~seriously, who hasn't had this conversation?~
"How did you get this number?" she asked blandly when she answered the phone. No hello, no I miss you, no howve you been. Straight to the point.
"You gave it to me, remember?" Came his equally droll response.
"Must have slipped my mind, what with how often youve called over the years." She returned sarcastically.
"Possessiveness is not attractive on you." He clucked his tongue in disapproval.
"To be possessive, one must first possess, and I do not."
"Youre going to make me cry." he replied, his turn to be sarcastic.
"Save them. I neither want nor need your tears. I got what I wanted from you."
"Off?" he suggested crudely.
"Almost, and in bed sport that doesnt count." She snapped at him. "Why didnt you let me walk away? Why did you have to call the next day? I was over you!"
"Was?" he questioned smugly.
"Am. Im not saying that we wont ever have sex again because that is just begging the universe to prove me wrong. But Im not actively seeking you out anymore. Im over it, and Im over you."
He heard the soft click in his ear as she hung up on him.
"What do you want?" she answered when he called her back.
"It doesnt work that way. You dont get to end things." He snapped at her. "You arent the one who gets to walk away."
"Then say the words and end it because I am sick of this! Do it, end it, I dont care who does it. I wont live this way, I deserve better, I deserve more. There are men in this world who will offer me what I need in this world and you arent one of them, so why wont you just go away?" she shrieked at him.
After a moment of silence he replied in that irritating, bland tone of his, "Way to let me end it."
"Sorry, I cant find it in me to care. Let go of your ego, because that is the only part of you that wont let me go. And Im going. It might be the only way that Im stronger than you, but I am, here and now. Goodbye. Go back to your old ways and pretend that you forgot my number."
This time when she hung up, he didnt call back.
