post 3 : free

The phone started ringing and I got nervous. I answered and he asked optimistically if I was still coming to see him that night. I hesitated. I wasn’t planning on seeing him that night. I wasn’t planning on seeing him ever. He broke the silence and asked again. I told him that I didn’t want to see him anymore, that I didn’t like him, actually. “You don’t” was all he could mumble in response. I told him that I’d warned him that this would happen; that one of us was going to get hurt and that it wasn't going to be me. He told me that he thought I was joking, even when I’d assured him I wasn’t. He told me that he would miss me being the little spoon. He told me that if I made this decision I wouldn’t be able to take it back; that he doesn’t go back. I assured him I was certain, and I rolled my eyes. We hung up and I was free.