Again and again, the phone rang, but no one answered.
He just needed to give up on her, he shouldn't have to handle all the heart break she'd put him through, yet she kept finding herself reaching for the cell phone that lie on her kitchen table.
The short melody cut off and a moment later the cell phone vibrated. Another voice mail.
This wasn't just hurting him, but her too.
Once more, her cell phone went off, but instead of letting it go on, she grabbed her phone and flipped it open and sighed into the phone.
"Look, Feliciano, I'm not your type..."
But how she wished she was.