Phil's pov
"I need you back." He says.
"I needed you and you left. I don't need you anymore. Leave me the fuck alone." I can feel the earth swaying underneath me.
"Phil, please you have to understand. I had to leave." God, how I hate his voice. His pleading voice asking for forgiveness as if he's done nothing wrong.
"Jeffrey just stop. I'm not a piece of paper you can write on and throw away. I don't have time for your games. It's been years." He sighs. What a bitch. Sounds like he could take up all the oxygen. That's what he does to me. He sucks up all the air and leaves me suffocating. And when I can finally breath. He knocks on the door expecting me to let him in. He left me. I don't know how he got my number. Probably Pj or Cornelia or someone else. Who knows
a/n: next 5-6ish chapters are gonna be flashbacks in 3rd person bc those are more fun to write even tho they're less fun to read according to my 'friend' whatever I can't read I'm dyslexic so maybe a crap ton of stuff is spelled wrong and the grammar is probably shite
