Between us • 𝖠 𝖤𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝖶𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗆𝗌 𝖥𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 (Ellie Williams x female oc)

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11 missed calls, 23 text messages and 3 voicemails- all were of Ellie trying to apologize or say anything to get me to answer.

To be honest, I almost did; my thumbs found themselves hovering over the keyboard without actually typing anything or listening to her voicemails multiple times just to hear her voice.

In the first voicemail, she sounded angry- even if she tried to sound like she wasn't; I could tell in her tone that she wanted to put her fist through a wall if she hadn't already.

The second, she sounded worried, begging for me to answer and let her know I was safe. It was heartbreaking. I wanted to give her that relief and tell her I was, but I had to remind myself why I'm doing this in the first place.

The third- the fucking third voicemail she left me, was cruel, not in a mean sense- just borderline cruel. Her voice was horse, sniffling into the phone through shaky breaths- she apologized in every configuration she could think of.

I still hear it even if I don't want to- "you don't have to come back- just please talk to me. I'll leave you alone forever if that's what you want, but I just need to hear you say it- please sky"

A few seconds of silence broken up by soft sobs and rustling,

"I love you." I replayed it over and over- on speaker or with my headphones, just to hear it in different tones and volumes.

It felt malicious, weather she meant it in that way or not. Ellie is messed up- that much I can see, but to say something like that with the intent to use it as a tactic to get me back? That I can't say for sure.

I was angry. It's only been a few hours, and I'm angry because I fucking missed her. I missed the way she'd casually strum her guitar from across the room, looking up at me with a smile before she'd coax me over, and I'd nuzzle into her side, feeling the vibrations of the strings through her.

I'd stooped so low- I stalked her Instagram, looking at the same four outdated fucking pictures, all poor quality and slightly out of focus, but that's beside the point.

"Seriously sky? You need to get a grip." Liv took my phone from my hands, shutting it off and tucking it under her pillow.

"Hey! I need that- what if my mom calls me?" I whine, furrowing my brows at her in a way that practically stamped 'desperate' on my forehead.

"No! You're going to drive yourself crazy."

I sulk, falling back on her bed with my hands over my eyes. I wanted to cry but couldn't allow myself to, not wanting to let myself get puffy eyes and lips right before I had to present myself to a stranger that I would be living with.

"Get yourself together. Go take a shower, put on something nice and go make friends with your new roommate."
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Olivia's advice actually worked for once. I felt better after a shower and getting myself put together, even putting on some makeup to really give the impression that I wasn't currently going through the most earth shattering heartbreak of my life.

"You sure you don't want me to come with?" Liv asked, looking up from her phone, cozied up in her bed.

"M' a big girl, liv. I have to be able to do things by myself."

She laughs, rolling her eyes and clearly not believing me, but she doesn't say otherwise.

I hold out a hand, signaling for her to give me back the my phone that she still kept close to her side.

She slaps it in my hand with a huff, shaking her head in disagreement.
"Fine, but don't respond to her.. I mean it." She shakes a stern finger and I nod, giving a smile smile to pacify her.
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I make my way to the bottom floor, holding the key in my hand, reading the number over and over as I try to locate it.