"How could they be such cruel liars!" I uttered the words with enough stress for the person on the other side to get a hint. It was not merely a complaint, rather a clueless please. Of mine, to him. For us.
"Claire, let's," the voice shook, "let's break up."
I was mad. This ought to be a joke, but circumstance doesn't allow one to be made.
"What do you mean? Arden..." the line being cut off, a buzzing series of beeps stole my words from me.
"Darn it! Fuck you, Arden!"