timeless downpour → setosolace

timeless downpour

f o r e w a r d ; 01.24.14 →

"Hey, this is Brice. Happy New Year! I'm currently not available right now. This is my voicemail, and since you probably had a purpose for calling, please leave a message. Take as long as you want. Thanks!"

f o r w a r d ; 02.27.14 →

"Hey there, this is Brice. I'm currently not available right now, as you can see. Or hear, whatever floats your boat. Please leave a message, thank you!"

f o r w a r d ; 03.13.14 →

"Hi, this is Brice. I don't have anything to say to you since this is a voicemail. Well, all except for this: please leave a message. Thanks!"

f o r w a r d ; 04.02.14 →

"Hello, this is Brice from the Solace residence. I'm currently not here right now, so please leave a message in my voicemail. I'll get back to you as soon as possible. Thank you!"

f o r w a r d ; 05.28.14 →

"Hello. 848-565-×××× is currently unavailable at this time. Please leave your message after the beep."

f o r w a r d ; 05.29.15 →

"Hey Seto, I just called to check up on you. I know things are hard, but you can always call me. My number is 848-219-××××. If you call and I don't pick up, just ask for Ty. Feel better!"

f o r w a r d ; 06.28.15 →

Seto grunted, making his eighth stroll down the same sidewalk. The clock would strike midnight soon, and if he didn't hasten his pace, he would get caught in another storm. Wandering far from his apartment complex was quite the horrid idea on his part, considering that he didn't know where he was going in the first place. His breath hitched; he was exhausted from walking. His body didn't let him go any further, so he was forced to take a break at the nearest bench.

He buried his head into his hands; his heart was throbbing and the painkillers dulled out his senses. He couldn't remember why he left the house in the first place, it was all just a hopeless blur. He couldn't recall his address as well, nor could he remember the events leading up to this moment. Where did he take a turn, fifth or sixth avenue? Was it maple street or oak street? Not like it would make a difference anyway, maple and oak were both trees.

His breath hitched again while his body relaxed. Attempting to calm down was his only solution and having an anxiety attack seemed to be the polar opposite of a solution in the first place. He pulled out his phone from his back pocket, quickly dialing the only number he could evoke from his depleted memory.

"Seto?"

"Hey Ty, could you pick me up? I'm lost."

"Alright, sure thing. Attach your location and text it to me. I'll be there in a bit."

"Thanks, Ty."

The line went silent.

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