Hello?

Jean? Is that you?

This is Jean. May I know who this is?

God, I almost forgot how sweet your voice sounds over the phone.

Okay, I don't know who you are or why you think it's okay for you to tell me this---

Did you actually delete my number?

. . . Terry.

So, you do remember me. How've you been, sweets?

How can I forget? You were the one who broke things off.

Well, you didn't seem to remember me just thirty seconds ago, asking who this was.

Oh, my apologies for not being the least bit bothered about remembering what my ex-boyfriend sounds like over the fucking phone, especially since we've been broken up for over seven months now.

You've been keeping track? Well, I must say I am very touched---

Why the hell are you calling me?

It's almost the new year.

And?

And well, I thought I'd call to set things right between the two of us. I mean, you have to agree---we didn't actually end things on amicable terms.

And whose fault was that?

Mine and yours?

Oh, now you choose to share the blame?

Jean, can we not talk about sharing the blame now? I called with the intention on setting things right between us.

Oh, really? Was it your idea or your mother's?

. . . .

It was your mother's, wasn't it?

. . . .

You think after dating you for three years, I wouldn't know when an idea is actually yours and when it isn't? Like I'd buy your bullshit about setting things right between us.

Okay, the idea might have been my mother's but I do want to set things right between us before we greet the new year.

That doesn't sound the least bit sincere.

Jean, for once in your God damned life, can you not make things so difficult---

I'm making things difficult? Wow, you really want to go there, don't you?

Okay, I take back what I said. I know I made things really difficult for the both of us during our time together but you said it yourself at the time, everyone deserves a second chance---even me.

That was before you cheated on me. I gave you that second chance after you pleaded for me to stay with you.

Baby, if I can recall---you gave me that second chance willingly---

Get your head out of your ass, Terry. Even after seven months, you're still that same narcissistic prick who took me for granted and called me boring. And don't call me 'baby'. Your privilege was revoked seven months ago.

Wow, and you're still the uptight woman I know. The Miss Goody Little Two-Shoes. . . I'll let you in on a little secret, Jean; no man would want a woman who's boring as fuck---

So much for your intention on setting things right.

This one's on you because you irked me from the very beginning.

Can you blame me for not wanting to waste my time by putting up with your pretentious act?

You know what---screw my mother's idea. Have fun with your life, Jean because trust me, no one would even want to date you---

[     CALL ENDED     ]

Did you just fucking shut the phone on me?

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a/n; can terry pls fuck off and stop making things hard for my smol bean jean