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Wednesday; three drinks

"Please leave your message after the tone."

"Hare-bear? I wish you'd answer. It makes me sad knowing that you hate me. I'm so sorry, Harry. I wish I wasn't like this.

"This morning, I saw you at the bakery your mum works at. I almost stopped in. Almost. I knew if I did, you wouldn't talk to me. You haven't talked to me in two years and you still won't look at me. I just can't get over it.

"What I did-It was uncalled for. I don't why I did it because I wish I hadn't. It screwed up our friendship and that was the worst mistake I could've made. You mean so much to me after all these years. I understand why you wouldn't care about me, I barely care about myself.

"Just-If you have it in your heart, please call me or leave some kind of message. My heart is breaking as the days go on and I don't know how long I can last. Harry, I miss you and if I'm being honest, the picture of us still remains on my bedside table. I look at it often, reminds me of the good times.

"I love you, Haz. I'll call you later. Goodbye."

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