texts // c.h

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1:30am
calum: luna, i don't hate you. i love you.
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calum: i'm so fucking sorry. i remember that asshole. he was no good for you. the girl was just a one time thing.
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calum: fuck, i wish i didn't hurt you. i promise i'll make it up to you. a cinnabun and a day with duke and bun?
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calum: ten years. ten fucking years and i had to throw it away. i promise i'll explain when i come back.
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i do remember making out with some girl. i can't believe luna saw and actually threw up along with bawling her eyes out. i only saw her do that once, and it was when her dad died. i feel so fucking terrible. i come back to new york next week. how will i explain?

i miss her. i love her. my precious moon. i wish i never hurt her. i would do whatever it takes to make her pain go away. i don't know if i should even text her at this point. should i call and leave a voicemail? what if that fucks her up even more?