say women, they will come and go when the rain washes you clean, you'll know❞
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november 16, 1983, 12:14pm
"I'll meet you guys down there! I have to get the rest of my cases." Steven says to the guys.
"Okay, just don't forget your notebook again!" Axl called back before Steven was skipping down the hall to his own apartment.
He sighed once he entered the place he once called home that now felt like a storage space for all his shit.
There was a television in the living area that hadn't been used since before Tommy went on tour that was now collecting heaps of dust.
Steven hated it here. He didn't like the ever growing feeling of being swallowed by the emptiness that lurked with this apartment.
It used to be so full of laughter and happiness, space occupied by his and Tommy's life. Now it was vacant and dark and dusty. No signs of life other than Steven coming in here every once in a while to collect something.
He remembered being so happy to come here. Now he hated it.
He grabbed his last two drum cases and tucked his notebook under his arm before heading out.
As he reached for the door, his dusty old landline began to ring, a shrill sound that echoed in the almost empty apartment.
Steven wanted to just let it ring, but he knew he'd be worrying about it all day. No one ever called here unless it was the landlord or something.
Almost everyone knew Steven didn't stay in this apartment, so they usually called Izzy's home or Slash's apartment.
Steven sighed and dropped the cases at the door before jogging over to the phone that sat on the small table by the sofa.
"Hello?" He answered after the fourth rang.
There was a sniffle. "Baby?"
His heart sank right along with his mood. "I don't want to talk to you."
Before he could even pull the phone away from his ear, Tommy was pleading for him to just wait and listen.
