Inspired from 'Hello' written by Adele.
"Hey," the answering machine beeped. A familiar voice rang throughout her apartment. The sound of his voice, tired and sad, didn't change any of her feelings. "It's me again. Listen, I-I-I'm sorry for everything, and and maybe I was wrong-"
Deleted.
She looked at how many more messages she had to weed out. 53.
"Hey, again-" Deleted.
"I know you're probably deleting these-" Deleted.
"If you could just listen-" Deleted.
"It was all my fault-" Deleted.
"I'm so sorry." Deleted.
"You don't have to forgive me, just-" Deleted.
"I guess I've learned my lesson that-" Deleted
"Goodbye..." Deleted.
She flopped down on her new couch, with a sigh. The other one lay in storage somewhere halfway across the country, stained with wine, tears, and memories. Which was why she couldn't return a single call. The flood of memories would break through the dam she had built and poison her mind with him.
Afraid of what thoughts would rise into her head, she walked into the kitchen and tore through the cabinets, searching for a photograph.
Once she found it, she walked back to the couch. It was slick and new, still fresh from delivery. She walked to the windows, and opened the curtains. It seemed as if only yesterday she lived back in her hometown, not in this beautiful city with all the twinkling lights. A city of dreams, not nightmares.
She looked down at the picture of them, laying in the snow together. It was a lovely memory, but there was a reason it was a memory. She looked around for a melting candle, and she found one that smelled of cinnamon. She dunked the corner of the picture in it and watched the flames melt through the memories. She quickly opened the porch door and was met by the cold chill of October. She dropped the halfway melted picture of them off the balcony. The light of the flame grow, then shrink as it ate the picture until it was just crisp ash.
"Hello new life..." She mumbled.
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Metanoia
Random(n) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life A collection of thoughts I've had, Stories I've written, Questions I've asked, And realizations I've made. Watch as I grow up and my thoughts change and my writing develops from 8th...
