The Intern: Tyler, The Creator

36. Gone

I didn't go to work the entire week since that day.

I ignored all his calls, all of Roger's and Emily's worried calls—everyone went straight to voice mail.

I had barely gotten out of bed the whole week. My dad checked in on me when he could, he thought I was just sick. That's what I told him.

I continued to replay the events that had led to this.

I replayed Tyler's voicemails. All of them. From different time frames.

"You not answering so you probably driving or something. Red or white wine for tonight? Oh, and I got this fancy sushi for dinner. I left the door unlocked when you get here."
-Last Month, 7:45 pm

"Hey. Bella's gone this Sunday if you wanna come over. Text me if you do. Get home safe. Aight, bye."
-Two weeks ago, 3:25 pm

"I know you're not gonna answer but I need to know you're okay. Just...just text me, call me, whatever. Everyone's wondering where you are."
-Tuesday, 11:40 am

There was so many more that I kept playing over and over again.

Then, my phone began to ring. It was him. I let it go to voice mail. A few moments later, he left the message.

"I'm just calling to tell you that I'm leaving Monday. I'll move to New York to the second location so you'll be able to come back here and feel comfortable without me around at the office. You don't need to call me back or anything. Bye, Nia."

I could believe what he was doing. I couldn't let him leave because of me.

I called him back, but the ringing kept going. I thought maybe I'd go to voicemail too, but he picked up last minute.

"Hello?" he spoke.

"Tyler, I'll quit. Just don't leave because of me."

"I don't want you to quit...Look, Rogers was planning to move you up and promote you as a events coordinator since you're so good with the whole organizing shit. I don't want you to lose that."

I was silent.

"...It's a good position. I don't wanna fuck it up. I'll move out there—,"

"I'll go." I interrupted.

"Go where?"

"I'll go to New York. I can take that position there right?"

"I mean, yeah but you've never been—,"

"I'll figure it out. Stay here. I'll go."

He sighed.

"You sure about this?" He asked.

"I've never been so sure of anything else."

"Okay. I'll let Rogers know. You'd have to move out there by next month though."

"That's perfect."

"Okay. I'll tell Emily to email you everything you need to know."

I hung up.

I realized what was about to happen. That it was the last time I'd probably ever hear his voice again. The last time we would ever speak again.

But the fact that I was moving to New York in less than a month felt like it was perfect timing; I would start fresh, new job, new everything.

I could finally leave all this baggage behind.

I'd leave Tyler behind, It'd be a new beginning.