August? It’s over…
- Ring, ring, ring -
Hmm? Yeah, I’m good.
Yeah, that’s … look, I think we need to talk.
Um, well, yup, it is serious.
Well, it’s … it’s just not working for me.
What d’you mean ‘what’? All of it!
When this began, I thought it was really going to be something special you know? I had such high hopes. I genuinely thought we might go somewhere you know. But you promised so much, all those weekends away, days lying in the park, and God I wish I’d listened to my mates, but that’s…
What? Oh, it doesn’t matter. It really doesn’t…
They just said you might go this way, that you had ‘form’…
Look, that’s not really the point is it?
Just listen will you?
I’m talking about us. About now. And this just isn’t working for me. I’m done. I can’t stick around in this… this miserable gloom.
No, I know there’s a only a few days left. But that’s hardly a reason to draw this out is it?
What? Does it matter? Well, yeah, if you really need to know, there is…
You don’t know them.
Bloody hell. Look, okay, you might have met them a few times. But only ever very briefly. It really isn’t…
Okay, okay, whatever. It’s September okay?
Well, why d’you think? Surely it’s obvious. You’ve just been.… such a disappointment. And September has always been there for me.
I know. Of course I remember that you introduced us. Of course.
I know. But maybe expecting a little less is more realistic. At least I’m not gonna be let down. Not again.
Oh come on. I gave you so many second chances.
Look, we’re done okay. That’s it.
I don’t know. Next year sometime I guess. I’ll just have to see how I’m feeling.
No. Don’t text.
Yeah. Me too, August. Me too.