She opened the inbox on her android. Saw a text from an unknown number; guessed who it could be and deleted even without having a look at it.
The same procedure her roommate did with the second FB profile which she had made and had entrusted the password to the girl with those large blue eyes who loved chatting through other people's identity. Indeed, She was more than just a roommate, a soulmate, sister from another mother.
"OOOO!Look another message request," but then her bestie's smile had turned into a frown and casual shrug.
"What's it ?" she asked her roomie, puzzled at her expression.
"Its alright sweetie, you needn't know."
She understood and sighed. He must have tried texting him some more set of lies. Whatever, she was so fed up that she simply ignored and deleted.
Whatever those messages contained- a request, plea, apology, threat, -she didn't know now and never bothered to know. They went unheard.
And hence unanswered. 'Cuz she knew now, they were nothing but fake, just like the person who typed them in vain.
Her eyes had trained herself to dart away to other parts of the screen whenever anything which felt like his name or identity displayed that he had sent them.
Firstly, she would appreciate his comments and views on her technical articles in the Magazine she worked for. But it wasn't long before she started ignoring them too. Maybe he had praised it; maybe those comments had its usual applauding tone, but it didn't matter now.
She had cut him away with all her senses. Her ears had stopped recognizing his voice long back. Just now and then whenever he called, and before she hung up on him without another reply...
...her mind would race back to the memories. The abusive bitter ones, where she had caught him cheating, for the third time. And when she had declared its over, he had been 'savage'.
She heard it all patiently, him calling her names and verbally abusing her that its her fault, she was tormenting him. HE was the actual victim. She wasn't exactly infuriated.
But then came a time when he called the girls of her race and culture 'characterless'-
"At first I had just heard of it, but now I see, the girls of your mother-tongue are indeed vile."
And that snapped something in her. She never addressed her with his name again; instead used the other 'not-so-respectful names' that come out of your heart when your culture and societal-belonging is harassed. Raised her voice whenever there was talk between them until the neighbors were afraid that it was a fire-alarm.
She knew he never respected her culture much. But, she never thought that he would dare to insult it in front of her. That was the end of a naive soft-spoken girl crushed under a fake scoundrel's whims and birth of a wilder goddess who was deeply angered by a filth's words towards her race. Her real hate for him began from there actually.
And she knew she can't forgive him for this. EVER.
It would be unjustified towards the sisters of her community.
All this came racing to her mind whenever that 'fake' tried to call up and play as if he was the victim(Anyway, that's what fakes do).
That's all that his calls or texts did now, re-kindle flames of bitter memories.
And sometimes, also give another subject for a story like this one.