Oneshots

Voicemail (Kellic)

Vic held the phone in his trembling hand. He was drunk, but not drunk enough to forget. Shaking, he pressed play on the only message in his voicemail. Kellin's voice sounded out of the small speaker.

"V-vic,

I know I messed up, and you're mad at me.

I don't expect you to forgive me. I don't, I can't...

I don't even know i-if you're ever gonna listen to this.

I just wanted to tell you that-

That I'm sorry.

I f-fucked up, I fucked up s-so bad, and I'm just-

I'm so fucking sorry, Vic.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, and I know that saying it doesn't h-help, but I wanted to tell you.

You might just delete this without listening to i-it, and that's fine.

I just wa-anted you to know that none of this is your fault.

I love you, Vic.

Bye."

The message ended with the crackle of static. Vic's hand lay limp on the ground, the phone gripped loosely in his fingers. He stared at the wall, not even seeing it. Tears were dripping onto his shirt.

No matter how many times he listened to it, the message always made him cry.

The floor was cold and the bed frame was pushing into his back. The half empty bottle sat beside him in the dark room.

It's been years now, but he still listened to it. It was all he had left.

Vic just wished that he'd picked up the phone that night.