Don’t Be So Dramatic
Repetitive chiming stirred Caitlyn from her sleep. She slipped her phone from beneath her pillow to see David returning her call.
It was 3:13AM.
“Hey,” she whispered.
“How could you walk out on me so easily like that?”
“You woke me up by dumping me,” Caitlyn reminded him.
“You were awake before I said anything,” David responded. “If you’d bothered to stay and talk it out I would’ve explained that I thought break would be easier for you. So that you wouldn’t feel so pressured between me and your job.”
“David,” Caitlyn sighed.
“But now,” he continued, “I know the only reason you answered the phone, the only reason you called me four times tonight, was because you left your disk at my house. Because you don’t want to talk to me about our relationship. You just want to get a promotion and be some big shot job hustler in New York.”
“David, hold on,” she tried.
“No!” He cut her off sharply.
Caitlyn realized, given the time and his tone of voice, David had probably been drinking all night.
“What do you want for me?” he roared. “You want me to leave school and move to New York to be with you?”
“I never said that.”
“Then what do you want?” he pressed. “What will it take for you know how much I love you?”
“God, David,” Caitlyn pleaded. “Don’t be so dramatic. Can you email me the files, and we talk more tomorrow?”
“It is tomorrow,” he replied indifferently.
“You don’t even care about me, about how I feel. All you want is that stupid disk. And if I email it to you, you’re just going to forget all about me. You’re not gonna call me. You don’t want to talk.”
“You see,” Caitlyn said. “You’re pressuring me right now.”
“I am,” he concurred. “I’m trying to get you to be honest with me.”
He wanted honest.
“You’re jealous of my job,” she told him.
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