She let out another short, bitter laugh.
"Here you are again, calling to say sorry."
She raised her voice slightly now, her words coming faster.
"Come, Benedict... is it your apology I'm supposed to accept? Is it your sorry that is going to make me smile? Do you think your weak little apology can fix anything for me?"
She scoffed, then immediately her fingers clenched around the phone.
"Your apology will never make me smile. Never. Do you understand that?"
Her tone turned cold, her voice slicing like a blade.
"And from the look of things," she continued, pausing as if weighing her next words, "you're now useless. You're not even useful to me anymore."
At that moment she narrowed her eyes, staring at the wall in front of her like she could see through it.
"What's the essence of having a boyfriend who can't do anything for his girl? Huh? Who can't even make her smile? Can't even fight for her? Can't protect her? What exactly are you good for?"
