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———— SEND ME A REPLY WHEN YOU'RE UP.
[y/n] was hungover out of her mind. she had went out the night before with some friends, and they decided that she needed to be the drunk one for once, seeing as she caught a glimpse of yasunari in passing and damn near jumped off a bridge. her head hurt as she rolled over to glance at the time on the clock. nearly eleven am. better than she expected.
she slowly sat up and rubbed her eyes, standing and stretching to get the blood flowing. she walked to the bathroom and freshened herself up, only to return right back to bed. she grabbed her phone off the charger and tapped the screen to wake it up, seeing a voicemail from an unknown number. she raised a brow, going to her voicemail box. it was about a minute and a half long.
she debated on deleting it, but decided it was probably important. no one leaves a voicemail unless it's important. she pressed it and held the phone to her ear, almost dropping it when she heard the first two words.
hey [y/n].
she froze, unsure of how to respond. this wasn't even a live phone call and she was panicking. she took a breath, hearing one taken on the line as well, before it continued.
there's barely any sound. but, just promise you won't fuck the whole town when you get this. uh, if you get a minute, call me back. i'm so lonely, and you're the only one that knows me.
she felt a knot form in her stomach.
and if you're busy, then i understand. it's bad timing, and i'm probably going to end up crying.
there was a quiet chuckle. it was almost cynical.
i hope you're not mad. see, i've been taking medicine so i can relax.
she chewed on the inside of her bottom lip, the metallic taste of blood on her tongue.
yeah, so, if you get a minute, call me back. here's hoping in twenty minutes i'll hear the phone ring.
another laugh.
god, i'm stupid. this love hurts.
click.
the phone slipped out of her hand and landed on her pillow. she stared at the ceiling for what felt like forever. he called her. he left a voicemail. he was expecting a call back.
she didn't owe it to him. she didn't have to call him back. there was nothing in the rules that stated she needed to do anything for him, especially after everything. and yet, she wanted to. oh so badly did she want to hear his voice. she wanted to have a conversation with him. but, she couldn't. not yet, at least.
she picked her phone back up and quickly looked up the rugby team's game schedule. they had one today at two pm. that's when she could call.
since he won't be able to answer, she'll just leave a voicemail.
