"Fine… I guess you're right…" I muttered. "We haven't been good friends."
"I didn't catch that, what were you saying, Cory?" Ann said.
She must've been messing with me, I know for a fact she heard those words clear as day, yet, when Ann told me to repeat myself, I believe the subtext was that she wanted me to rephrase what I said.
"I haven't been a good friend." I muttered.
I stopped walking when I noticed that the sky was darker now, a single ray of dying sunlight cutting through the trees. I could see my reflection in the fountain's water as I approached it; I disdain myself, my tired, pale, hollow eyes.
"Very well said, Cory."
After Ann said that, I heard some clinking from her side, like metal or glass, perhaps she was busy with something as I gave her this call.
I took a deep breath and continued:
