I Don't Love Her Anymore, She Regrets It

While I was lost in my food fantasies, the sharp ringtone of Vivian’s phone cut through the air.

I glanced over and saw Howard’s name flashing on her screen.

She quickly hung up.

I kept scrolling through my phone, pretending I hadn’t noticed.

The phone rang again.

Vivian hesitated, her hand hovering over the screen.

“Why don’t you answer it?” I said casually. “It might be something important.”

Vivian hesitated, then answered the call.

“Vivian, my depression is really bad again,” Howard’s voice came through, trembling with fear. “I’m on the balcony, looking down at the crowd below. I really want to jump. I’m so scared, Vivian. Please, you have to come and save me.”

Vivian glanced at me, conflicted. “Aren’t your parents there with you? You should call them.”

Howard’s voice grew more frantic. “No, only you can help me. Please, Vivian, come now! I can’t do this without you!”

Vivian looked at me, visibly uncomfortable.

How many times has Howard’s call pulled her away from me?

Whether we were on a date, at the grocery store, or just relaxing at home, if Howard called, Vivian would drop everything and leave.

I used to get furious about it. I’d argue and she’d respond with that condescending attitude, as if I didn’t understand the deep bond she had with Howard. Then she’d accuse me of being petty and heartless.

But this time, I couldn’t bring myself to care.

I pointed to a nearby corner. “Just let me out here. It’s close to home. I’ll walk.”

Vivian looked surprised and said apologetically, “I’m sorry.”

I shrugged. “It’s fine. He’s a patient. You should go.”

I stepped out of the car, feeling oddly calm. I thought about how I still had time to get seafood. I wanted four fat crabs and a lobster…

Vivian didn’t drive off as expected. Instead, she rolled down the window and called after me, a hint of desperation in her voice.

“Why aren’t you upset? Aren’t you going to stop me from going to see him?”

I smiled slightly. “Why would I be upset? You’re just helping someone in need.”

With that, I turned and walked away.

I had seafood to buy, and her problems were the least of my concerns.