chapter two: julie's voicemail
You have a new voicemail.
"Hi, Harry. Julie here. I'm sorry I haven't been returning your calls. I've been a little busy and I haven't been doing very well, health wise, either. I caught a cold," there was a short pause, for about a couple seconds. "I miss you, Harry."
His paint-daubed fingers retracted from the device, his gaze still affixed to it. She sounded a little different, but he assumed it was because of the cold, that the girl mentioned about. The corner of his lips quirked into the tiniest of smiles, as a warm, comforting feeling enveloped him.
Harry had been feeling a little insecure about dating Julie, lately — she was a lawyer, and he was a freelance painter and a photographer, who also worked part-time at a Starbucks outlet. Ten years back, when they were still in college, it was her, who feared about losing Harry, who happened to be quite famous, back in the days. Now, the tables had turned, and the arguments that the two got involved in, about twenty times a day, wasn't helping Harry's situation. And of course, the frequent letters, calls and emails from a chap called Eli Bennett, who according to Julie, was 'just a friend', induced paranoia into the fellow's mind.
The paranoia, that kept him from returning a voicemail, or a phone call, right away.
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voicemails ⋙ h.s
Fanfictionwhen a girl with a mentally unstable past starts receiving voicemails regularly from a man who mistook her for his lover, she eventually starts obsessing over him and would go to any length, to get intimate with him - even murder his girlfriend.
