"Your call has been forward to an automatic voice-"
Sebastian Evans cursed under his breath as he hit the end call button and opened his messages. He had one hand lazily on the steering wheel, his eyes briefly glancing at the long and vacant road illuminated by his headlights. Tall evergreen trees on either side. He composed a new message, begging his girlfriend of four years to answer his calls.
Ex girlfriend, his mind automatically corrected to his utter annoyance.
On the past hour alone he had sent her seven te t message and three voiceI mails, after being forward to voicemail twelve times, and still, he got no response. One thing he used to love most about Sadie was her iron will and dedication. Now? He found himself loathing it completely.