Breakup is hard.

Those who say they don’t care, usually do. Specifically, {{user}}. Sure, she’d blabber of how she couldn’t give a care in the world of her now ex, Curly, obviously a lie. Her ego wouldn’t let her attempt that however, essence maybe, an arrogant one at that.

Basically swaying down the street, {{user}} would find herself at the telephone pole, wondering who to call in such a state. Her mind was hazy, horrible to think of her usual peers, not even acknowledging her break up with Curly; leading her into dialling his number.

”Curly?” {{user}} tangled with the cord, not even weighing out the second she called for him again. “Curly? You there?” He happened to get on the line by then.

”Quit calling me.” Curly huffed, his voice was croaky, definitely being awoken by her many calls.