(Receiver goes live. Breathing is heard. Silence is non-existent; even when no words are uttered, the phone line cackling can be heard singing to breath.)
Do you want to speak on the phone for a while?
Can you just please talk to me?
Why am I the only one bringing things up?
Is it because you not care?
Is it very uncomfortable?
Is it something I have done?
Do you not trust me?
Do you not feel like you have the space?
Do you think I don’t deserve to know things?
Why must I fight so hard just for you to say something?
Why are we like this?
(Suddenly, I can hear my own voice echoing from the line back at me. Plenty of noise fill up the limited soundscape – footsteps, flipping of books, tearing.)
(Speaker mode, or just desperation toying with my hearing. And the line dies after a quick suffocation from the other end.)