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.
"Hey, it's Jared. I don't know if you heard my voicemail yesterday. I totally understand why you haven't gotten back to me. I mean I've only done this for two days and I'm feeling like shit, I can't imagine shitty I must've made you feel. You didn't deserve that. You are not your father and I shouldn't have directed my anger towards you. Jess, my cousin, in case you were wondering, helped me see things clearly. Even though I should have been able to do that on my own. Do you know the saying right, better late than never? Well, here I am, wide awake from my stupid period of wallowing in misery and anger. Late, but here. I hope that counts because-"
"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.
"So, I was saying that I hope it counts because I'm willing to make the effort. Yale girl, I miss you. I miss your annoying yet sweet voice. I miss how you keep laughing and are always so optimistic. I miss talking to you. And to your answer your question in one of your earlier voicemails, yes, I've seen your picture in the newspaper beside your dad. You're really beautiful. And short as well, haha. Ahem, is it too soon to make jokes? Well, uh, that's awkward. I'm gonna go."
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