It's happening again today. A routine where he calls dozens of times until I pick up, and when I do, he calls my name with a sob. My eyes twitch with irritation, yet he keeps dialing my home number, completely oblivious to how I feel. Until I acknowledge his feelings. I know—it's just that I don't know my own heart. Wait until I figure it out. I want to say those words, but once I actually put the phone to my ear, I can't remember any of it.

Was it about three weeks ago that we broke up? He and I couldn't endure that grueling period where we only saw each other's flaws. In the end, we left our relationship—which ended badly after a massive fight—in a state where we couldn't let go but couldn't reconnect either. This is the result. I truly don't know what to do.

He only calls. He doesn't walk the paths we used to walk together, he doesn't visit the shops we went to, and he doesn't ask my acquaintances how I'm doing. He only calls.

Ring, ring. Today, I answered the phone.

..Guest. Is that you, Guest?