( ✓ ) Thru The Phone, Boris Pavlikovsky.

EIGHTEEN.

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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN !

TW // DEATH.

DAY 45 !

ACCEPT CALL FROM 'HUSBAND'?

ACCEPT !

"WHAT'S WRONG, LOVE?" boris asked once y/n picked up.

before the call, y/n asked for boris to call her. it was late at night, around two-thirty in the morning, and y/n was sobbing.

"boris... boris," y/n hesitated, sobbing through her words.

"y/n, love, what's wrong??" boris asked, sounding panicked.

"grace..." y/n cried.

"what about her??" boris asked, trying to reassure her.

"SHE'S DEAD, BORIS! SHE'S DEAD!"

"what?! how?! how is she dead?!" boris asked, on the other line, he jumped up from his bed and shot right to the window, looking to the stars.

"theo found her in her room, s-she hung herself!" y/n said, as she cried so loud, boris felt his heart breaking.

these damn therapists chose the wrong fucking time-- and he was going to change that. "do you want me to take bus there?!" boris exclaimed, as y/n sniffed through the phone.

"no, boris, stay in seattle, i don't want you getting in trouble!" she had said.

"but y/n, your great friend just fucking died right?! theo found her hung?! i need to go there to help!" he yelled, and he was home alone.

"boris, i am ASKING for you to stay! please don't risk shit!
stay there, theo and i will deal with this ourselves, alright!" y/n begged.

"y/n, i love you more than most. stay strong for me then, i will be home soon and i will be able to comfort the shit out of you." he said as y/n kept sniffing through the other line.

"i have to go see theodore, boris. i love you ok? goodnight." y/n said, before she hung up.

boris' heart broke. one of y/n's friends that she could trust had died just an hour ago, and he couldn't bare to see two things. his girlfriend in mourning of her great friend-- and grace, being his friend, dead.

boris kept staring out the window and looked to the stars.

what would happen now.

STELLA SAYS !
ooof... sorry man