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she could hardly breathe. She closed her eyes and inhaled slowly through her nose, trying to compose herself. It wouldn’t help if he heard how nervous she sounded, how broken she -
                  “Hello?”
                  Her mind was suddenly wiped free of everything that she’d planned on saying. She opened her mouth but closed it again. Her eyes welled with tears.
                  “Hello?”
                  She cleared her throat. “Hi.”
                  There was a long pause.
                  “Hello, Angela,” he said finally.
                  A shudder ran down her spine at the formality in his voice. He sounded… cold. Distant. Like a stranger, almost. Nothing in his voice suggested that they ever had anything but a working relationship.
                  “Is there anything I can help you with?” He pressed, sounding hassled.
                  “Yes.” She sat up straighter, injecting as much coldness in her voice as possible. “Yes, I’m calling to apologize for taking an extra day off work. My leave was for three days only but I’m still not feeling well.” She let out a loud cough. “Flu.”
                  “That’s fine.” He said, sounding even more distant.
                  “I should be back tomorrow.”
                  “Good.”
                  “Fine.”
                  There was an uncomfortable pause and then Angela cleared her throat again. “So, I’ll see you tomorrow, then?”
                  “Angela, I…” He started, suddenly sounding as broken as she felt.
                  Her fingers gripped around her phone. “Yes?”
                  He exhaled loudly. “Nothing.” Dimitri finally muttered. “See you tomorrow.”
                  With that, he hung up before she could say another word.
                  Anger and resentment throbbed through her as she listened to the blank tone.
                  “Fuck you, Dimitri,” she muttered under her breath as she pushed back the covers and got out of bed.
                  It was only when she was back on her feet that she realized how drunk she truly was. She could hardly stand straight yet, ignoring the spinning room, she leaned against the wall and somehow made it to the bathroom. She turned on the faucet and leaned over the sink, splashing cold water on her face, desperately wishing that she could crawl back into the numbed state that she’d been in just a few minutes ago.
                  Angela looked up from the sink and blinked at her reflection, horrified by what she saw. In spite of a steady diet of wine and ice cream, she must have lost five pounds in the past week. Her face was gaunt, marred by huge shadows under her eyes which, incidentally, were so swollen that she could barely see them. For the first time, she realized that she was wearing nothing more than the one shirt Dimitri had left at her place. In the loose button-up, she looked skinnier than ever - vulnerable even. Her hair was limp and greasy, looking just as pathetic as she felt.
                  Pain lanced through her as she grabbed the collar and yanked it up to her face. It was faint, but it still smelled like him. She fought back tears as she slipped off the shirt and carefully folded it up, setting it on the counter. As much as she yearned to stay in bed all day, she had to move on with her life. If Dimitri could get over things so easily; so could she.
                  With newfound resolve, she stepped into her stand-up shower, slowly closing the glass door behind her. She turned the faucet full blast and rested her forehead against the marble wall, allowing the cold water to rain down her back. Her shoulders racked with sobs but, for once, she didn’t try to