"The differences and impulses and your obsession with the little things."
Voicemail #8:
You know what?
Fuck this.
I will not beat the bush anymore. I'll go straight to the point instead.
I saw you Yoandri.
I saw you, bare and naked.
I saw her hands gripped on your shoulders.
I saw her legs wrapped around your waist.
I heard her whimper.
She begged, she cried, she moaned.
And you gave her what she wanted.
And she wanted more.
Sounds of pleasure coming from her lips and your lips.
And, you know what is sad?
That you wanted more.
So, what the fuck did I do?
Did I run in and yell at you? Did I pull you off of her?
No, I didn't.
I only managed to swallow a lump in my throat and run.
Run and run.
