"Oh, Jeff... I love you too... but..."
"It's not me, it's you?"
"Well, not exactly, but, kind of..."
"It's kind of me, and kind of you?"
"Yeah, kind of, I guess," she said. "I don't know."
"It was never me you loved, but the fantasy about the life you thought you could make with me."
"No, I do love you, it's just..."
"It's anything but Just, Karen. But I understand. I'm hardly a man anymore since the accident. Just hang up, please! Just do me that one favor and hang up so I don't have to. Please! It's the last and only thing I'll ever ask of you. Please! Just hang up!"
On the other end of the line, she cried quietly, but didn't hang up.
One minute turned into five.
"Oh, Jeff..."
He hung up instead, then blocked her number.
He never talked to her again.
***** * *****
This is an entry to Raymond G. Taylor's "Oh, Jeff..." Flash Fiction Challenge.
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C. Rommial Butler
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