“Real” Love … Was It a Choice Or the Person?

Fiction Friday

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The phone rang.

He stared at it, took a long drag of his cigarette, and exhaled. He knew exactly who was calling. How could he not?

He wanted to pick up the phone, really he did. He wanted to make things right and ensure she wasn’t hurting. But it was too easy letting an extra six seconds cushion the reality of…