{ @stfutheodore }
‘Call me when you decide to act like a human’
Those had been the exact last words either of them had exchanged with each other. Delia had been given a lot of time to herself to think since then. At first she was upset - devastated - dare she even say heartbroken, over herself.
Since then, she’d had a lot of time to analyze not only that conversation, but her dynamic with Theodore as a whole. Eventually, she came to the conclusion that it wasn’t entirely his fault. He had no intention of breaking her as badly as he did. After all, there was no way he could have known how horribly his words would effect her. No one - other than herself - could have ever possibly known.
But the more she thought about their past exchanges, the more she became bothered by what was originally a very tiny aspect. This time, it wasn’t his words or actions that were bothering, but rather, the lack thereof. She had tried to push the thoughts and feelings associated with this new revelation aside, but to no avail.
So here she was, dialing his number, with the attention of acting like a human. After all, pettiness is at the very core of the human condition, isn’t it? It rang once - twice - thrice - four times before she heard the other line pick up. She didn’t wait for a greeting. “Can we talk?”
