"Wei Lin," He sounds pleased to hear from me. I want to smash his face in immediately.
"Hi, I could do with picking those bits up." I get straight to the point.
If I didn't need my things, I wouldn't call him at all.
Just thinking of him makes my skin crawl; talking to him has me physically itching. I was with him for more than seven years.
How did this even happen?
"Of course." He's too eager and it doesn't sit well.
"Can I return by after work? Around six something?" I ask.
"Sure, I look forward to it," he replies cheerfully.
Eww. I want to hiss down the phone at him, tell him exactly what I think of him, but I know he is probably expecting some sort of backlash from me and I'm not going to indulge him.
Yeah, I knew you got back to the country but why did you ring my parents. We already end a long time ago.
"Great, see you then," I say.
Why did I say that for? It's not great at all.
