Company - campingdolphin

chapter eleven

book two - brayden

I wished I loved myself as much as him.

But I couldn't.

Because I loved him with all of myself and I had no more love for myself.

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It was late now.

I was lying down on my bed, eyes staring up at the blank ceiling. My mind was racing with thoughts of pasts, presents, and the future as my gaze remained empty. My heart was heavy and I felt like I could lose myself so easily to the torrent of emotions inside me.

A dull white glow was next to me, from my phone, as I had read through all of our conversations before we stopped talking. It buzzed a few times and I always keep thinking that it was him, but it never was.

I picked up my phone and checked it one last time before tossing it to the side of my room. Dealing with a cracked screen and angry parents could wait later right now.

Standing up from my bed, my tall figure almost made me hit my head on the door as I reached my bedroom door. I slowly walked down the stairs and walked towards the kitchen.

No one was home, but me.

Everyone went out to go be with their friends, but I stayed home because the one friend I wanted in my life hated me now.

You have one new voicemail.

A confused look was on my face as I walked to the phone. No one ever called our home phone ; we all had our own phones. Who would be calling us this way?

I pressed to listen to the recording.

"Hey, it's Ryan."

My heart and mind seemed to stop for a single second.

"Uhm, I just wanna say...that I'm sorry. I know I'm not the best type of person, but I care for you. Uhm, a lot. I want you to know that. Also, I deleted your number from my phone when I was angry and I'm sorry."

End of message.