"She would rather look at him than breathe air and that was everything..."
Voicemail #11:
When I finished crying, I thought I would call up Joel and crash at his place. He wouldn't mind since his parents were overseas and he always had the house to himself.
But I didn't do that.
Do you know what I did, Yoandri?
Do you remember?
Well, I headed back inside.
Do you know what else?
I decided to pretend that I didn't hear, see, and know anything.
Nothing at all.
Once I cleared my throat and smoothed my hands down my shirt, I opened the front door. I called you out. You responded in an excited tone and my heart felt like it could leap out of my chest.
You sounded so happy,
But you weren't...
Keeping a grin on, you approached me. I nearly winced on the sight and scanned your face to see any differences.
There was a lot.
Your eyes were brighter. Your lips were more plump than usual. Your cheeks were literally glowing. . .
T-then, there was the most obvious - the visible scatters of purple and pink near the side of your neck. . .
And, I saw them for the second time.
Then a third time.
Then a fourth time.
But. . . I didn't say anything to you.
Question you, accuse you.
I only hugged you and said, "I love you, Yoandri. I love you so much."
