fading voices [ the SEQUEL to little talks ]

[ 04 ]

people lie after you break your own heart - it doesn't get better. 

me: oh, mom left me a voicemail.

me: never deleted all this crap, wow. there's got to be over one-hundred messages here. 

me: a bunch from daniel when i was ignoring him, grandma, and then... nina. 

me: i probably shouldn't listen to those.

me: but i really want to hear her voice the way it used to be. 

me: shit. this is it.

"hey cooper! oh my gosh, i just listened to all my beatles vinyls and i felt an overwhelming bout of emotion so i just thought i'd call you and remind you that you're an idiot. an idiot that i love - so that makes up for the idiot part. mhm. you're turning me sappy, cooper, it's not fair! you need to come over so we can listen to the beatles together and dance like it's prom! oh, prom. good times. speaking of prom: i should probably tell emily the whole office fiasco thing is fine. emily donahue, i mean. i was the one that fell on her anyways. keep forgetting to find her in school, oh well. i'm sure she's not torn up or anything over it. just remind me to apologize before we graduate. or set a reminder on your phone to remind you to remind me. okay? man, i'm long-winded. and i haven't even said anything remotely important. i just wanted to hear your voice. and look how it turned out, you're hearing mine! moving on! come over tomorrow! my parents are AWOL so we can cuddle and shit without them glaring at you. see you then, alright? love you! bye!"

me: fuck.