Sonata [SEBASTIAN STAN]

SEVENTY

incoming call from seb
accept or decline?

call ended 8:33 pm

incoming call from seb
accept or decline?

call ended 8:34 pm

incoming call from seb
accept or decline?

"jesus, what? you've been calling all day. stop blowing up my phone."

"june, you have to talk to me."

"no, actually, i don't. unless there was a terms and conditions i didn't read when i signed up to be your girlfriend."

"i...i just..."

"please, june. please tell me this isn't the end. i can't..."

"can't what?"

"sleep. smile. breathe. i don't know. i'm going out of my goddamn mind."

"it's...not the end."

"are you sure, june? you moved out of my apartment, you won't answer any of my calls, you won't talk to me. just tell me if this is done."

"i-"

"i don't want this to be done."

"it's the last thing i want too."

"seb..."

"i didn't mean to overreact. i just...you invaded my privacy. you reminded me again that there's this shitty thing in my life, and it made me furious."

"no, june, you didn't overreact. i messed up. i made a huge mistake, and i've regretted it every second since."

"i know you had good intentions, but god that phone call hurt."

"i don't know how to tell you how sorry i am, i really don't."

"i know. just don't try to fix me again, okay? people hate being fixed. everyone's a little bit broken, and everyone's okay with that."

"i won't. i thought about how upset i would've been if someone did the same thing to me and i realized i really screwed up."

"..."

"i still love you. you know that, right?"

"you do? thank god."

"this was going to be really awkward if you didn't because i've kind of spent the last year being stupidly in love with you."

"..."

"are you laughing?"

"yeah, i guess i am. hey, listen, can we do something before i leave? i don't want to leave without seeing you."

"how about i drive up with you?"

"it's a long drive, are you sure?"

"surer than i've ever been. i'll make a playlist and everything. jeb's summer road trip jams!"

"don't you dare call it that."

"sorry what? i couldn't hear you over the sound of me titling our playlist jeb's summer road trip jams."

"fine. as long as it's not just the six hour version of cotton-eyed joe and the all twilight books on tape."

"well, it is now."

"seb!"

"stop laughing!"

"i've missed that sound."

"of my chastising, scolding, 'no running in my lobby' voice?"

"of your anything."

"thank you, j."

"for what?"

"i don't know. just being...you i guess. loving me. forgiving me."

"you don't need to thank me for those things. you do them too."

"...i'm glad i picked up your call."

"i'm glad you picked up too."

"hey, listen, i actually do have to keep packing, but maybe later we can watch a movie or something? sound off, of course, so we can do voices."

"sounds perfect. i'll make my special lasagna."

"okay. and i'll pick up take out on the way for when that goes wrong."

"bye, seb."

"bye, j."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: it ain't over til it's over