'I was away from you for so long and I was lonely. I met him and he made me feel special; he reminded me of you. I didn't think it would turn out like that, it wasn't what I intended. It all got the better of me at the time and I'm sorry for that,' Maria told him, an audible crack appearing in her voice. The way she sounded reminded him of the times when she was at her lowest, the saddest he had ever seen her, the times when he had held her and told her how everything would be okay way after she stopped crying. He felt his stomach tying itself in knots. For a few fleeting moments, a sentence agreeing to take her back played upon the tip of his tongue. "You could have called or written to me. If you'd asked I would have come to see you in a heartbeat. Instead you barely answered anything, and when you did you didn't give it all of your attention the way you should have," he said at last in reply. "It wouldn't be enough to love you but not trust you anymore. We could have had everything together, moved into somewhere nice, had a beautiful wedding. Anything you wanted." He was raising his voice a little now, frustrated at the thought of how she'd taken advantage of him. "I hope he gives you all of that," he added, before pressing the end call button. It took all of his self-restraint not to throw the godforsaken phone on the floor. He'd never realised that what she'd done to him hadn't just made him upset, but angry, too, until now. He turned his back to Brielle and the restaurant and, for the first time, he even cried a little bit over it. But somehow in that, it seemed, he was finally getting over the last of it. He knew he didn't love her anymore, rather than just telling himself but not believing it.
-sorryit'ssolong- Haha.
