…”Would you believe me if I told you I was regretting this conversation and everything I’ve just said even as it was happening? It’s all a bunch of cheap shots and I don’t think I usually resort to those type of attacks but there I was just moments ago – watching myself stooping down to it all…aware of what was coming out but somehow unable to stop myself. The truth is I really don’t think you’re responsible for my happiness at all and am not even closely as judgmental of your need to disappear as many would expect…”
Essentially, I wanna brake the vicious circle of all this fighting: I wish we treated each other better, and I’m willing to be the first one to live up to it and relate to you as someone I actually care for.
“I would like that too… If you think you can stick to it.”
“I believe I can.”
“Is there anything you expect from me in return?”
“Just to move out. That’s the only way I can see us remaining friends in the long run…”
The sound of the ringing doorbell jarred him so much that he leaped backward into the coffee table, almost breaking it. He was a bundle of tightly knotted nerves. A “not now!” hissed out as if something or someone could hear him and make that sound and the visitor go away. Minutes later the ringing was still boring through his ear drums. Still sweating, he cautiously approached the intercom like some sort of a dangerous beast: “Who is it?” A male voice replied: “Mike. Could you please tell Dee to come downstairs – we’re already running late…” Just his luck…”Sorry Mike, you won’t find Dee here, she moved out…”…And then a clever “I’m surprised she didn’t tell you”. And he was surprised, but only with just how nonchalant that sounded…time to now carry it over to the task of filling those suitcases…
Ringing again: “I just dropped her off here this morning and agreed to come back and pick her up – how could she have moved??? Could you just put her on? Or tell her to call me back…Please just do that…” This broke through his barely-held surface composure. It was too soon for explanations to friends and family…thought he would have more time to prepare. “Listen…Mike… Dee’s not coming down…and I can’t tell her anything…she’s won’t be coming back here.”
The ringing now finally stopped though Mike was apparently not the kind of a guy to give up easily: Her phone was still vibrating, slowly sliding across the wooden floor now propelled by the puddle of liquid coming to its aid… He could appreciate that persistence in another man even if he probably was his competition…Dee definitely had a type… As thoughts of her again invaded his mind, something compelled him to look around – the place now felt eerily cold and empty – uninhabitable even – and he wasn’t one to be easily spooked… She was right after all…he should move out.