one-shots

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(Requested & inspired by a book!)

T/W: d**th/l*ss of a loved one

I open my door sighing from exhaustion. High school is getting more and more intense now that I am reaching the end of this chapter. In a couple months I will be a college student and the thought only makes me anxious. Having to get used to a new place, being far from home and making new friends.
The loneliness hits me with the last thought. Every time when I think about opening the doors for a new person in my life, I think back to them. They d**d exactly 1 year ago from something I would rather not say. We were together for 4 years before that, happy and excited since it was our first relationship. We talked about our exam year so much. Now I will have to finish it without them, not able to hold them and say that we made it.

Tears prick my eyes and I close them, trying to erase their memorie, but the more I try the more it hurts. It's like my brain has locked the memories deep down so no one will ever be able to take them away. I open my eyes again, not surprised with my blurry vision, and make my way to my room. I pick up my phone and go to the same number I've been going to for the past 365 days. I stare at the contact name: "my angel". Cheesy, but I never had it in me to change it. They liked it, it made them happy.
My mom told me to stop this madness, that it's unhealthy. But again, I can't stop myself. Just thinking about stopping breaks me. I've been calling their number, every single day, just to hear their voicemail and speak a message in. No one ever answers, no one ever hears my voicemails. Every message I send never gets delivered and yet I can't stop. I click on their name, waiting for their voicemail like every night. Hearing their voice always ends up in me crying, but I would rather hold on to them and break myself then let them go and have them disappear from this world. I count the seconds, waiting, until I hear something I never thought I would hear again.

"Hey, you're speaking with t/n! Who's this?",