"it's aspen. leave a message at the beep."
my parents want me to stop calling... they think it's unhealthy. but it's weird not talking to you, you know? you were a part of my daily routine. i'd meet you in the cafeteria before homeroom, give you your coffee, and walk you to your locker. then we'd hang out after school and study, but it was more likely that we were eating than studying. oh, god. you would've laughed if i said that to you. how can i go from talking to you every god damned day, to not talking to you at all? all i get to listen to is your voicemail. those measly eight words, they dance around in my head and your smile is engraved in the back of my eyelids - it's there every time that i close my eyes. you know what else is there though? the image of you in that bathtub, your wrists slit. why did you do it? im left here with no answers. its hard to be left in the dark when ive loved you for so long.
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missed calls • clifford
Fanfictionmikey was a busy boy && aspen was a lonely girl. i could bet that he was lonelier, though. • lowercase intended • COPYRIGHT TO WATTPAD USER DERACINATE
