25. The guilt is eating me alive

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"Hey

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"Hey."

"So, how hungover are you?"

"It's not that bad actually, I've had worse. Unfortunately, I have to admit that I remember our phone call and I want to apologise."

"You get pretty emotional when you're drunk."

"I know."

"You were right, though. There has been distance between us. Do you remember when I was acting distant and asking for space? And then I told you I had my reasons?"

"Yeah, I remember. Of course I do."

"You told me to wait until I was ready to tell you."

"Yeah."

"I'm nowhere near ready. But I don't think I'll ever be, Finn. You should know. I've got to tell you."

"Don't rush it for me. I can wait."

"No. It's too important. It can't wait anymore. The guilt is eating me alive, Finn."

"Okay, tell me."

"You know when we talked about meeting and I started freaking out? And a day after I started to wonder if things would've been different if we had known each other."

"I remember. But what does that have to do with anything?"

"That first call? It wasn't just a random prank call, Finn. Calling you that first time wasn't an accident. I knew it was your number, or at least, I hoped it still was your number. That's also why I hung up the first time, I didn't know what to do when it was actually you."

"What do you mean?"

"Do you remember when you told me that you seemed to recognise my voice, but you thought that would be impossible?"

"What are you telling me, May? Do I actually know you?"

"May isn't my name either. Or at least, not my first name."

"What the hell? Who are you?"

"... It's Ella, Ella Young."

"What-"

"What-"

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