“Hi,” she says softly.

“You’re leaving me?” I ask in a harrowed whisper. I have never felt the anguish, dejection, heartbreak and torment as I do this minute. I would rather die than to hear her confirmation. But I need to know. Please baby, don’t leave me.
 

 “No!” she says completely surprised at my question. Then what is she doing? But, her answer changes.

“Yes,” she says in a whisper. She said ‘yes,’ she’s leaving me. 

I gasp my sob; my universe is destroyed, and I fall to my knees, lifeless, powerless. Death would be better than this grief. I would rather die than to hear it. Did she ever love me? Even a little bit? She said she would never leave me, and now… I buckle over my knees, my hand pulling a clump of my hair.

“Dara, I…” I can’t finish my words. I have no words. My faculties leave me. I’ll take everything I said, every hurt I inflicted. Just… Just... Don’t leave me. My choked sob finds its escape and my anguish blankets me.