Hello? Oh hi! How are you? Indistinct mumbling static crackles as her face falls, you can see how the news affects her, she seems smaller and you can hear the sound of crushed hopes and dashed dreams reverberating in her ears as the blood roars and her pulse pounds at a sickening pace. Well that is... Great to hear... Why did you call? This question hung in the air and clung to her fear that maybe he never really cared.. You can feel the weight of broken promises as it permeates the air. I'm really glad you are happy Then a click of the phone and a scent of despair. You can feel that she has aged, a dozen lifetimes as she whispers into nothing a bittersweet Good-bye