silence. ringing. voicemail.
"what do you want me to say? do you want me to beg?"
pause.
"i love you. isn't that enough? what more proof other than my confession do you need? do you not believe me? or... was this just another lie? are you still the same girl i met all those years ago?"
a horrible suspicion--or maybe a realization--invaded you and you feel as if you're suffocating. everything was falling apart and you were finally aware of the fact that... the ground beneath you was starting to crumble as well. soon you would spiral through air, awaiting the end, which may never actually come.
"just one question. one answer i deserve. why?"
silence. a click. end of voicemail.
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Mendacious
Short Story❝maybe they were never really lovers❞ {{Glances Short-Story || achievements #876 || 3rd place}}
