How to Unmake a Man?

Chapter Twenty-One: The Loop That Never Ends

Get over with it.

As if he was doing her a favor by even entertaining this conversation.

Hannah's grip on her phone tightened.

The messages continued.

Leon refused to meet.

"Nothing is important enough to require a meeting."

"Like when it comes to this right now, right?"

"Wdym?"

"I just said this is important for me, and even you don't think so. So you're saying it's not worth your time."

"I said nothing is important enough to require a proper meeting. And ngl, I don't really feel like meeting you alone."

There it was.

The real reason.

It was about last time.

Hannah exhaled, trying to steady her thoughts.

"If last time was the reason you don't want to meet me alone, I can assure you that won't happen."

But he wasn't having it.

"You already promised it before. But I don't believe you. So whatever you want to talk about, it will be by phone."

She swallowed down the frustration bubbling in her chest.

"I'm not drunk this time. And you should not have let me go to your home."

And then—everything unraveled.

"Are you trying to blame me because I brought you to my home when you were too drunk to even stand up??? Are you blaming me because YOU sexually assaulted me??? Because that's what you did—sucking someone's dick and touching him while this person clearly said no. That's fucking sexual assault."

Hannah stared at the screen, her breath catching in her throat.

The words blurred.

Her hands shook.

Her stomach twisted.

The messages kept coming.

"Don't try to blame me for your disgusting behavior."
"Never try to blame me for being a good friend."
"I've been clear that we're friends and nothing more."
"I'm done with this. I gave enough energy for your crap."
"Do whatever you want. Treat your friends like shit. Don't change and blame them when they're pissed. You're right."
"Fuck you."

Hannah tried one last time.

"Can we talk through it? I don't want to end it with a fight."

"No, we won't. You crossed the line way too far. That's enough. There will be no talk. Nothing. Try to reflect on who you are and your actions. You're a grown woman—behave like this."

"This is fucking too late, you idiot!!! You crossed the line, trying to fucking blame me for your behavior. That's what's over my patience. I'm done with you. Go mess with someone else."

Her chest felt hollow.

"Tell me that over the phone then, please, if you at some point cared about me as a friend."

"Read carefully. I've been nice to you. But you treated me like hell. I'm extremely pissed at you—to a point I've never been. There is no friendship or whatever. You deal with your shit alone. I'm done. It's over."

"Please, Leon, I really cared about you, and I don't want this. I just want to sort things out."

His final words landed like a death sentence.

"I won't forgive you. You'll have to live with that. You've been a horrible person to me. I can't fucking believe that I've been touched as if I was a fucking toddler. There is no excuse. Don't blame it on alcohol. Nor on me. It's you and only you. Now leave me alone."

And then—

"Everything has been said. Now just leave me alone. Stop ruining my day. I don't want to talk to you. You don't have to apologize. It's way too late. Now go bother someone else. I just don't want to hear from you."

That was it.

The real ending.

Not just friendzoned.

Not just ignored.

But erased.

Hannah sat in silence, staring at the final message.

There was nothing left to say.

This time, she didn't try to fix it.

This time, she didn't send another text.

This time, she let it die.