"Teen Help Service?
"What do you need?"
It's Sarah again. Again. I need him. I need Kyle. I don't why, but I never really need things. But I need him. I need him to tell me it's okay. To tell me that he cares.
"Where's Kyle?"
"He's here," she answers chirpily.
"Why isn't he picking up the phone?" I ask.
The sounds coming through the phone are then muffled and distant as Sarah shouts at Kyle.
"Amy?" I hear his voice again.
"Kyle."
"Sorry."
"Why didn't you call?"
"You're the customer, Amy, you're supposed to call."
"But I did call."
"Well then... Oops."
"I was under the impression you don't care."
"I do, Amy."
"Since when?"
"Since you called the very first time."
"..."
"..."
"I don't know what to think," I say eventually and hang up.
And then I get an idea and cross Kyle's name off the Reasons To Kill Myself List and add it to the imaginary list of Reasons To Live List.
Author's Note: thanks especially to mesmerisedeunoia! Keep voting, reading and commenting! :D
xxx dreamer :)
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melancholia ✔︎
Storie breviall i need is a reason to live. a reason to keep living in this hell you call life. because melancholia is just too hard to control all alone.
