My eyes widened as I heard the faint whisper. It was actually very soft, but I heard it loud and clear. I didn't realize at first what she had meant, but it finally all came together as she continued.
"I can't do this anymore. I have to let you go," she said.
Tears started to well up in my eyes and a sob was threatening to escape my throat, but I held it in. I didn't want to believe this was happening. I didn't want to believe that she's actually doing this.
I tighten my grip on the telephone I have been holding next to my ear for the past half-hour. Confusion was evident in my face. I didn't know why this was happening. Hell, I don't even want this to happen!
'No, this isn't real. This is just a dream... A bad dream… A very bad dream… A nightmare.' I was still in denial. I couldn't really believe what I was hearing. I didn't want to believe anything she was saying.
"It's really hard. You never really talk to me, and you never really listen either. You don't mind me…" she trailed off and continued after a while, "You're so mean to me. You treat me like a friend, like a sister. It hurts, don't you know that?"
I opened my mouth to speak, but I find myself speechless. Every single thing she said was true, but I just didn't want to accept it. I wanted it all to be a lie. I didn't want to hear the truth… because it hurt… because I knew she wasn't lying.
The tears finally fell. They flowed freely down my cheeks, dripping down my chin and on the sheets of my bed that I was sitting on. There was a silent pause on the other end of the line, then a sigh.
"See? You don't talk to me," she said again. It was obvious that she was getting quite annoyed by my silence. I was, too, but I just didn't know what to say. There was only one thing I could always say and that didn't change for this situation either.
"I'm sorry," I said, as sincerely as I could. I really did mean it. I just couldn't find any other words to say. I mentally slap myself for not being able to say more.
"I'm sorry too," she said. There was a long pause, and she hung up. There was a long beep and then the annoying beeping on the other end told me the phone call was over… Just like how she and I were.
Still sobbing, I gripped the phone tight. I shut my eyes, not wanting more tears to come, but they did. I pressed the off button on the phone and cried my heart out.
And with a soft whisper,