May 14, 2012: 25 Hours After
"Hey! This is Valentine Holmes, and I'm sorry I can't pick up right now, but shoot me a text or something or talk after the tone and I promise I'll get back to you."
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"... Hey Valentine. I thought that they'd cancel your number by now, but they didn't. Maybe it's because people are still calling it. By people, I mean me. This is probably my... fourth, fifth time calling? I don't know.
It's been a day. The time is two AM. I can't sleep, Valentine. I'm so, so tired, but for some reason, I can't do it.
... This is the only way I get to hear your voice, you know? Even though it's the same words spoken every time, it's enough for me. I also tried to pull up your Facebook profile so I could see your smile again, but I think you deleted it while you had the chance.
Anyways, I'm fine. Really.
No, I'm just fucking with you. The only way I'll be fine is if shitloads of crying and denial means 'fine'.
Why did you do it? How did you even bring yourself to do something like this?
Jesus Christ.
... I... I thought we could be happy. That I... could make you happy. Going on that road trip with you made me buy the delusion that everything was, for once, more than okay. That it was going to get better. Then it all crashes and burns and you expect me to live with the wreckage.
How can I live with the wreckage?
Please explain to me how you thought I could simply let go and move on. Please... because right now, as I'm sobbing and crying out to your machine, I can't see how I can. I'm not strong enough. I'm not the strong man you believed me to be, Valentine.
And I'm sorry that I'm not. I'm sorry that I wasn't there to help you. I'm sorry I couldn't fix you. I'm sorry I didn't show you how much I love you, because maybe if I did, you'd still be here since you'd know that I care. That somebody cares. I'm sorry I-"
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"... Hey Valentine..."
YOU ARE READING
Between You and I
Novela JuvenilIt’s simply a story. My story. The one time I bring out my past, my present, and what I hope the future can be. Well, in the end, what else can we do besides hope?
