The time is near

"You left me hanging on the 'phone so what else could I do?"
"You could have called back in the hope i might forgive you for those sinful acts you took part in"
"I forgot you turned so pompous, when the Rizelding Club accepeted you, that dumb daft title they gave you has obviously gone to your head"
"I'm terminating this conversation Mandy call me back when you have more decorum"
I quickly smashed down the reciever in the hope i would get the pleasure of cutting off first.

Turin had changed, he'd become twisted and thwarted by the promise of something better he'd sold out, like a comeback concert of a dormant band. And i hated it, i didnt hate him, i just hated the fact that those people had finally got their claws into him and here i was standing on the outside again as always and this time it was a Siberian cold with Antartic winds.

He'd discarded me like an unwated child is so evily thrown away by its mother. Rejection was the epitome of failure depression and the list could continue to pursue infinity.

Now i wanted to know what it all meant, had our lovely dovey status fallen from grace to the almost emotionally dead relationship ? Or was i just thinking too morbidly and far ahead. ...