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The phone continued to ring quietly on the barren bridge, desperate to find a connection to the other side.
Maybe I shouldn't be doing this... Lya thought to herself, suddenly afraid. It's not like they were forbidden to talk after breaking up, - they were still friends - but it just didn't feel right when she was feeling like this. Ever since they officially ended their relationship, she had a heartache that she couldn't shake off. I thought I could do this. I thought I was ready.
"Hey, it's ---. Sorry that I can't take your call right now but please leave a message!"
...This was stupid, of course it'd go straight to voicemail. She didn't even notice when a stray tear pathetically rolled down her cheek, leaving an icy trail on her flushed face. Maybe it was a bad idea to have broken up in the first place, maybe she shouldn't have said yes to ending it. Reasons and doubts began to swarm in Lya's head, thoughts that she thought were long gone after she got together with ---. The anxiety crept up her throat in the form of a choked sob as she shakily ended the call. They were over, it was done, they just weren't meant to be. They were friends but what's the point anymore? I'm all alone again, I don't want to be alone. Why did you leave me? Why can't I stop missing you? Please...
"...I love you," Lya choked out. She didn't realize she'd fallen to the floor, vulnerable to the ice stinging under her palms. She didn't realize how much pain she was in until she saw the tears rapidly dripping onto the snowy ground, the snow melting in mockery of her ever-aching heart. She thought she was ready to end it, to move past this feeling. Love was a fickle thing, that's what --- told her. So why couldn't she move on?