If You Loved Me, Why'd You Leave Me?

Chapter 11

A/N- last chapter guys! Sorry it's so short but it was  never meant to be a long fic anyway.

'Hi this is Phil and I am currently not available. Please leave a message after the RAWR' 

Hey Lion, it's been five years now. Today, actually. I know you don't answer my calls anymore but I just wanted to say I miss you

'Hi this is Phil and I am currently not available. Please leave a message after the RAWR'

Phil, I'm sorry for the last time we met. Please, call me back

'Hi this is Phil and I am currently not available. Please leave a message after the RAWR' 

I need to know you're ok; I need to know you're happy without me

'Hi this is Phil and I am currently not available. Please leave a message after the RAWR' 

Phil?

'Hi this is Phil and I am currently not available. Please leave a message after the RAWR' 

I guess I should go now. I'm sorry, for everything. Please forgive me

'Hi this is Phil-'

I pressed the end call button and placed my phone on the desk next to me, feeling my throat begin to dry up. Five years... five years it had been since I had last spoken to him; since I had last told him that it was the most fun I have ever had. In those five years I had gone from girl to girl, moved house, graduated and even started dating a guy, until he turned out to be a total jerk and left me for another guy who, in my opinion, was far less attractive than me. My heart was fully-functioning and I could now attend meetups for my book which I had published a year and a bit after Phil had left. It became a number one bestseller quickly, and I gained a lot of money and fame from it, but nothing could make me happier than Phil had made me. Nothing could make me smile bigger, nor laugh harder, than when he was around. Sometimes it felt as if my heart wasn't fixed; as if there was a large hole in it still yet to be filled. All I could do was hope that one day someone would fill it before it was too late.

"Still not answering?" Mum asked me sadly as I stared at the wall in despair, my fingers hovering over the black device. "Maybe you should let him go?" She suggested. I knew she was trying to help, but the whole idea maddened me. It was ridiculous - letting Phil go? I couldn't. "Find someone else to latch your heart onto, Danny."

"If someone gave me a million pounds, I'd never replace Phil." I told her coldly, still not making eye contact.

"If you think about it, Phil replaced you, Daniel." Mum fell silent after that, and a few minutes of silence later she stood up and took her handbag. "I had better go home, then. Call me if you need anything." After receiving the slightest nod from me, she left. 

That's when my phone rang. I jumped and rumbled for it, but by the time my hands had stopped shaking enough to press answer the caller had gone and the notification for a voicemail appeared. I clicked on it and pressed the phone to my ear, feeling the warmth of the screen engulf that side of my head. 

'I love you' the voice on the other end croaked, and my heart dropped. So familiar... so angelic and deep and warm... so Phil. There was silence, and I thought it was over, but then there were sobbing sounds and a lot of shuffling. 'Call me back when you get this, please. I'm begging you.' Then it ended and my fingers were fumbling to call him back, but when I did it went straight to voicemail. I grunted in frustration, trying it again but with no prevail. Then two new voicemails appeared and I clicked on them, my heart beating twice as fast as it had been before. 'I - I can't do this anymore. I -' pause 'Dil, stop that! Get down -' That was the end of the first one. I listened for the next one, my foot tapping on the floor annoyingly. 'Dan, listen to me please, I still - I - I'm in love with you, Bear. I am - right that's it.' End of message. I stared at the screen in shock, pausing on the call back button, until I put my phone down to one side and ran into the kitchen. I poured a glass of water and swallowed it down, afraid I would drop the glass due to how much my fingers were trembling. What had just happened? Maybe I was dreaming? It had to be a dream. I walked back into the living room, glanced at my phone and saw I had no missed calls or new messages, and went to the window. I threw open the curtains and saw the snow falling heavily on the people below, and I thought about how each and every one of them had a story, and that exact day at that exact moment would be part of it. How the snow would put together a scenario with the apartment buildings and their umbrellas blowing in the wind as they chased after their soulmate or headed to visit a family or friend. I thought about my story, and how maybe it was coming to its end. Whether Phil was coming or not, there'd be nothing left to tell. Either I lived happily or I didn't. There was no third option, for anybody. How depressing that was. But that was life, and how cruel life was.