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They held onto each other not wanting to welcome reality back into their little bubble of bliss, but when the ringing continued they grew irritated and broke apart breathing heavily.

"Sorry for the interruption". He said to her, his voice hoarse and low.

She merely nodded; it was all she could do at the moment.

He picked up the phone resting on the armrest of the couch and glanced at the screen, his jaw clenched visibly and he made to return it when she said:

"Aren't you going to answer that?".

He shook his head.

"I'd rather not". He said.

"Who is it?". She said.

"Mother". He answered dryly.

She forced on a smile and said:

"Well answer it".

She could see the reluctance in his eyes but she encouraged him with her faint smile and a small nod. He dragged in a deep breath before tapping on the answer icon and raising the phone to his ear.

"Morning Mother". He said dryly, coldly.

Her heart broke on hearing his tone, she couldn't help but remember how fond of his mother he used to be; she