I am NOT taking requests on Wattpad, if you want to have a request done, you'll have to go to my Tumblr; Quinn-Imagines. This is just so I keep my priorities straight.
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He sits there, cellphone in hand. His thumb hovering over the button. He knows it's just one call and your voice is back.
But the guilt of doing it in the first place is uncanny.
Colby knows that you're gone, and if he really wanted to listen to your voice again, he'd watch his one videos.
Leaving a voicemail feels like he's talking to you again.
Even though you'll never listen to them.
Because you're gone.
One TFIL exploring and...
You're not on the planet anymore.
YOU ARE READING
Trap House Imagines
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