“You blocked him?”

She managed a nod.

“On everything?”

Another nod.

“Damn.”

Silence.

“What, you didn’t trust him to leave you alone?”

She laughed, fear of misspeaking forgotten. “No, I didn’t trust me. Because for every night like this, when I’m furious, when I’m sure I want him gone, want this done, I know there will be ten times as many nights that I would sell my soul to be back with him. And I didn’t trust myself to be able to just walk away from my phone when those nights came.”

“But what if he tries to apologize? What if you miss it because of twenty seconds of blinding rage?”

Her voice reduced itself to a raspy whisper. “Don’t you get it? I have to miss it. I can’t keep living like this. I had to take advantage of those twenty seconds of blinding rage because they might have just saved my heart. This might be my only chance to move on. And we both know it needs to be without him.”

Her phone gave a quick glow. Her eyes darted to the screen, before flashing away, cheeks flushed. It had only been a day since she blocked him. And she knew it would be a long time before her phone would buzz and he would not be her first thought.