Three months. Three months since she’d tapped “Block” on Leo’s contact. Three months since he’d left a voicemail that started with “I’m sorry” and ended with a dial tone she’d answered anyway, even though she swore she wouldn’t. Three months of silence so loud she could hear her own heartbeat in it.
She remembered why she’d blocked him. It wasn’t dramatic—no screaming fight, no broken dishes. It was worse than that. It was a Tuesday. He’d said he’d call. He didn’t. Then Wednesday. Then Thursday. Then a week of “sorry, work has been crazy” and “you know I love you, right?” and her realizing that love, to him, was a get-out-of-jail-free card he could play whenever he forgot to show up. how do i unblock someone
She picked up the phone one last time.
She hadn’t typed it. Her thumb had hovered over the keyboard, but the words just appeared, pulled from some algorithm that knew her better than she knew herself. Or maybe from the three glasses of wine she’d had after the dinner she couldn’t finish. Three months