"These messages are starting to feel kind of therapeutic for me. Call me crazy — actually, I'm sure if you were awake, you would [laugh] — but it feels good to get all the pent up shit inside my brain, out.
I'm not saying that any of this has gotten any easier, because if you listen to the voicemails I've left the past few days, it's clear that it hasn't. But if this is the only way for me to feel like I'm talking to you, I'm going to take it. If it's the only way for me to not see your face behind my eyelids every time I blink, or stare out my bedroom window forgetting that you won't be walking up it anytime soon... that I won't feel your fingers curl around mine or your lips against mine... If it's the only way to make me temporarily forget that you're not here, I'm going to fucking take it.
Otherwise, I don't know know how I can hang on to my last bit of hope."
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breathe me (e.dolan)
Fanfictionin which a sad girl leaves voicemails for a dying boy hoping that one day, maybe, he'll pick up the phone. completed august 23, 2017 voicemail format, lowercase intended
