He nervously dialed in her number right after he got the letter. He hadn't heard her sweet voice in so long. His index finger hovered over the "call" button for a while until his conscience finally yelled at him enough to make the connection.
The ringing finally stopped and she knew who it was. They kept silent until her giggle came through causing a smile to spread across his face.
"I miss you"
"Don."
"I hate it when you call me that"
"But you lo- fuck, I'm sorry." She began to cry and he didn't know what to say. "It hasn't even been two fucking minutes and I already messed this all up. I'm sorry. You can hang up now if you want. God, I'm such an idiot. Fu-"
"I love you."
"Stop."
"I love your tangled hair and your cute little nose and your flawless eyebrows and your gorgeous eyes and your pale neck and I forgot the rest that I put but I love you."
"Michael..."
"I do. I will carve it into my skin and I will yell it out at every tour and in front of Sam's face and say it to your father when I get back from tour when I ask for his blessing and to your mother when she opens the door and to your brother when he gets back from being deployed and to your sick grandma and to your funny uncles and to your gossip-ing aunties and to our kids when they ask why I'm sleeping on the couch and to you when we're making love and when we're on the couch watching Christmas movies in the middle of July and when you're eating and when you're crying and when you're not and whenever I can and I think I'm being poetic but fuck, I'd do fucking anything for you because I fucking love you."
"I love you, you green haired jackass."
"I'm going back there to get you, okay? Don't say okay back because we aren't Hazel Grace and Augustus Waters."
"How do you know about them?"
"I uh-"
"Oh my god."
"It was Luke's idea to watch it!"
"Did you cry?"
"Yes.."
She giggled.
"God, I miss you."
"I love you."
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a/n: should I end it here with a happy ending bc I have a fucked up ending in my mind who wants a fucked up ending?
