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You walked home, not bothering to call out to him. The bouquet of flowers you held behind you like some sort of surprise. You used up fifty words on that florist, but it got you what you wanted. Five years, you thought to yourself. We managed five fucking years. Your footsteps echoed slightly on the parquet floors but he didn’t come rushing out to meet you. Tiptoeing to the bedroom, you stood outside the door and peeked in, half ready to shout “Surprise!”
Instead he was curled up on the bed, back facing you. The phone cradled to his ear like he was holding on to life itself. His whole body was tense; you could almost imagine the pained expression on his face. God, what the hell happened? Just as you were about to reach out to touch him, somewhere, anywhere, he whispered.
“I love you.” Frozen to the spot, you waited for him to turn around. But he didn’t. Instead, he repeated the words, over and over again into the phone. You couldn’t move. The beautiful flower arrangement felt like a tonne of metal, your face felt like broken china. You gulped down an ever rising fear, his words, he’s wasting his words to a fucking phone.
“I love you, I love you, I love-“ beep beep beep. The monitor on his wrist signalled his last word for the day. There was silence in the room as you stopped breathing and he stopped speaking. His whole body convulsed with agony as he fought the overwhelming tears.
“Fuck” he whispered, his voice cracking on the last syllable of the day. You would swear you could see his tears even though his face was hidden. Slowly, he pulled the phone away from his ear as you backtracked your way out the door before ringing the doorbell, heart numb.