Alana | Jared
"Hey, it's Lana...or Alana, whatever you prefer. Sorry for not picking up. I'm either busy or my phone is switched off. Leave a message!"
Beep.
"Uh, hey? It's me. I mean it's Jared. Shit, fuck, I haven't even thought about what I wanted to say. Shit, uh, this sucks. I-I mean, not you, of course. I suck. Wait, that sounds so wrong. I'm such an idiot. I can't do this, ugh."
Click.
"Hey, it's Lana...or Alana, whatever you prefer. Sorry for not picking up. I'm either busy or my phone is switched off. Leave a message!"
Beep.
"It's me, Jared, again. I realized my voicemail gave off the wrong impression, I guess? When I said 'I can't do this' I didn't mean talking to you. I meant I suck at talking and apologizing. I don't know if that makes sense to you. Alana, I'm sorry. I'm the world's biggest idiot. I can't explain what took me so long to respond. How can I make it up to you? I probably don't deserve your forgiveness, Alana. I'm so sorry. This sounds like a shit apology but I promise I'll make it up to you if you ever give me a chance."
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