“Why? You were talking to another guy for gods’ sakes!”
Rolling her eyes, she nearly drops her phone from shaking so bad. John never let her explain, not wanting her to talk to anyone. She can picture him now his frown deepening sitting on the couch they once shared, aggravated, getting more agitated by the minute when his texts go unanswered. But the lamp was the last straw, cutting them both when the lightbulb shattered to pieces. Big mistake thinking they could just chill and be friends. His mind, always imagining the worst.