I laid there with the sheets covering half of my body as I still laid there steel, stiff, crying into the sheet beginning for the love of my life to come back to me and take back the mean words I said to him, but he can never say I "forgive" or I can never hold him in my arms again, and say "I love you."
I got up weakly walking to the bathroom shaking a little, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, reaching to the faucet, and turning it on seeing the steam start to form. Taking off my undergarments and sticking my skinny, pale body in the hot water as I felt my eyes puffy and saw that they were blood shot red in the mirror.
Walking over to the dresser pulling out and putting on my undergarments, looking at the closest door silently walking towards it, and reveling Jack's clothes nicely hanged and untouched. Grabbing the soft fabric, pulling it over my head, and silently whimpering at the touch and the smell of left behind cologne on the t-shirt.
I walked back to the bed standing next to the side drawer, picking up my phone, and unlocking it. I laid on the bed covering my cold body. I went on my voicemail, scrolling down to Jacks name, and clicked it pulling it up to my ear to hear his beautiful voice again, I could hear his soft voice talking and him driving on the road.
Jack's voicemail:
"Hey babe I'm on my way home I can't wait to hug you and see your beautiful face I love- ah shit!" He aggressively said as you could hear the cars screech and crash in to each other and hear him whimper in pain at the end, crying desperately asking for help, but nobody's there to help.
I pulled the phone from my ear and cried even harder than before hearing about the new. God I wish I picked up the phone to hear his sweet voice again.
