fading voices [ the SEQUEL to little talks ]

[ 06 ]

i would have followed her into the stars. 

me: another day, another voice mail.

me: i can do this. 

me: deep breaths, cooper. you're a big boy, you can listen to a measly voice mail.

me: god, i hate this.

"hey cooper. it's late, wow. or early - depending on how you look at it. three in the morning, what? getting netflix was an awful idea, you were right. might deactivate my account. or you could just come sleep over so we can watch it together? anyways, right now i'm just sitting outside my window sill, on the roof. don't worry, i won't fall. the stars just remind me of you sometimes. bright, pulsating, little fuckers that make me want to cry. in a good way. always a good way. sorry my words are slurring. i'm tired but i'm wide awake. part of me hopes you won't  listen to this, honestly! i sound like i'm baked. i should go to bed, i guess. wish you'd answered. i could use a cuddle right now. tired nina does not know how to censor herself, sorry. love you. see you on the flip side. hasta lavista, bitch. donuts tomorrow? night!"

me: why did i think it would hurt any less?