Little talks.

In which early morning phone calls are not good with hangovers.

In which early morning phone calls are not good with hangovers.

Me: hello?

Lucy: you sound like shit.

Me: why are you calling me?

Lucy: did you read the messages you sent me last night?

Me: what?

Me: oh no.

Me: ...

Lucy: yeah. I told you we'll talk when your sober.

Me: ...

Lucy: and you're sober so.

Me: I don't want to hear it.

Lucy: I love you but we're to different.

Lucy: you're studying physics and I'm probably not even going to go to uni. You're sarcastic and annoying but in the cute forgivable way and I'm not.

Lucy: I am everything mean and horrible. My mum doesn't talk to me. I got kicked out of my old school. I skip all of my classes except maths because it reminds me of all the times we were in there together.

Lucy: it's not that I don't love you, I do. But you're heaven and I'm hell. We'll never make it.

Me: we could try.

Lucy: I'm going to go.

Me: I love you.