chapter five: julie's voicemail
You have one new voicemail.
"Harry, Julie here. I'm genuinely happy for, and proud of you. Miss Wallace is a wonderful lady. Last night, she left me a message and told me that she'd like to meet you again, and again, and purchase more of your paintings. Moment of honesty — I know that I used to be embarrassed of you, and I never really introduced you as a painter, to any of my colleagues, but now I've realised your worth. Being a lawyer, I used to look down upon your profession — your passion, but I don't, anymore. And I'm really sorry that we've grown distant. It's all on me. I know I owe you a lot more than just an apology, but for now — I'm really very sorry. I hope we could heal the bruises in our relationship. I love you very much."
By the time she finished speaking, Harry had the widest of smiles plastered across his face — his eyes were almost watery. It was a big relief, for him.
The very next moment, he hit the little button on his telephone, starting to record his own message.
"All is forgiven, Julie. It wasn't just your fault. Perhaps, I wasn't putting much effort, trying to win you back. Now that you've finally accepted my profession, I think I love you more than, ever..."
And that went on — the two exchanged voicemails every two hours, for the rest of the week. They even talked over the phone a few times, and within four days, the bond between them deepened, like never before.
While the painter, unknowingly led the poor girl on— with every day that passed, she started obsessing more, and more about him.
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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.
