His voice was cold. Hard. Pain and hurt were etched on every word. She cried. The tears flowed freely down her cheeks. This was her fault. She knew the separation was her fault. She caused this. He claimed it wasn't her; how could it not be? She curled into a ball. The phone stared back at her, mocking her. Perhaps if she had never told him she loved him, her heart wouldn't be breaking now. He'd be happy.
*I cannot stress enough that this is an old work*
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