It's Not a Cure

Two: highway colors

A/N: This is just dialogue, it's an example of one of their phone calls, but a little different this time. Enjoy :)
"Hello?"
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."
"Steven talk to me."
"I, um, I'm kind of, shit-"
"Can you tell me where you are? It sounds like you're outside."
"I am, I am. I'm actually, ah, I'm by the highway. I need you to talk to me."
"I had left over lasagna for lunch today. I was on my last bite when I found a piece of mold in the corner of my container."
"Ha, are you sick?"
"No, I'm feeling okay, I might be sick, but it hasn't taken affect on me. Steven?"
"Yeah?"
"Can we switch it up?"
"What do you mean?"
"Can you talk this time?"
"I don't-"
"Tell me what you see."
"Um, I see, ah-"
"What?"
"Lights. The car lights. The street lights a couple miles north."
"Describe the colors for me."
"They're lots of different kinds. There's yellow. Also red for the people who are heading back. They're n' by really quickly. Looks blurry. I want to take a picture."
"Where on the highway are you?"
"I'm on the, ah, bridge. It connects 24th street to, um, hang on...Isles street."
"I'm turning to get on Yorkers Street, I'm close to Isles."
"Okay."
"Can you tell me how you got to the highway?"
"Yeah, um. I wanted to get out. I was heading towards the corner store. But I just...I..."
"What?"
"I felt an overwhelming feeling of...serenity. I wanted to stay in this place. My feet kind of...you know how in books, how character's feet move on their own accord?"
"Yes."
"That's kinda what happened. And I got here. And I climbed and the edge-"
"I'm on Isles Street."
"I really wanted to jump but I realized something."
"...what was it?"
"I love you. I really do. I want to get better. But I can't. And I've realized that...I've been denying help. I need help. I need you to help me."
"I'm here, Steven, I see you."
"I love you."