“Hello” said a familiar voice from the other side, smooth as honey. Harry’s eyes widen as he realise, she picked up the phone. “Uhm hi” … “how are you?” he asks as if they were two strangers meeting for the second time. As usual, he lost sense of his words in her presence. “How are you” was the last thing broken hearted exes said to each other. He wanted to strangle her through the phone but at the same time he also felt like holding the phone close to his chest, letting her hear his sad weeping heart.
Ah damn it… she should not have picked up the phone. She should have left him on the dial forever. The static would’ve been less painful than her voice. He was so angry at her, but the arrows all seemed to turn into flowers when they reached her.