Fractured Heartstrings

Ch 17

3rd persons POV
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Alyssa repeatedly played the voicemail over and over that day, she was willing her everything to hear his voice again. She'd cry along with the sobs he broke down in the voicemail, apologize for crying in front of her. Although the they both knew how incredibly far apart they were from each other. She'd just want to wrap him in her arms, and tell him It would be okay; but this time was all different and she wasn't really sure if she could admit to that.

"So anyways, today is no different from any other. Same old I guess, lagging around, in fact I haven't spoken to anyone in such a long while. It's currently . . . some time in the morning, I'm to lazy to get up and check the reality of time and day. So instead I lay in the cold empty bed, still convincing myself you aren't here with me thought that still isn't enough." He signed, fading off before his voice one returned.

"But I mean it's taken time to get used to, let the thought sink through my skin and mind. The camp is starting up soon for the leafs, which means in a few weeks I'll be heading out west again. Not like it matters anyways, since I won't have my number one fan out in the crowd cheering on me - more likely against me now anyways." He laughed, brining his voice back shortly the small breaths he took. Anyone who knew William, could easily tell he was breaking down, but sending voicemails and convincing she listened was somehow healing to him. Or at least making him feel as if she was still holding onto faith she always had.

"I mean, I'd love to know how your day Is going. If you even listen to these stupid things, really pointless aren't they? But keep me hopeful you do hear me out and everything, at least I convince myself you still care. Which is quite ridiculously dumb of me, to assume such nonsense. I was thinking of taking a break recently, I guess drinking and singing to those breakup songs really ain't enough right now. I need to be elsewhere that reminds me of you, though I've really been writing some poetry lately. I can only seem to remember just now of that day we laughed together, when I attempted to write a love song and poem - ending in laughter that night. But now I'm not really sure why I waste my time anymore, if you really listen to these, or really want to kiss me the way I do to you, oh what I'd do to hear your voice again. I might as well wrap things up here before the voicemail ends me off, I've paid more extra cash just to get more time to voicemail you by the way. But why does it matter anyway, all I've been trying to say or just eager for you to know --" but the line fell silent, dinging noise and ring letting her know he wasn't there anymore, still leaving her in mysterious curiously deepened thoughts.

That was the last message she had last gotten from him on that day, he didn't bother to call her back since he assumed she'd never bother to open them. But little did he know, she constantly replayed all of them, all 60 of them. Some voicemails were so stupid, but she'd listen through all anyway, making sure she missed no words. Though he had mistakenly sent one, giving her the widest of hints to head back to the room. Pleading she was to go back before the sunset would hit on the tenth of dusk since some day they were both hooked on.

Little did he also not know, she endlessly cried herself to sleep every night because she'd constantly play the message of him saying goodnight angel. Or quietly listen to him cry in the middle of the night too; admitting he couldn't sleep without her wrapped in his arms saying it would be ok, she'd cry along with him and tell him everything she didn't have enough guts to now. Or the fact she spent the whole day sending in imagines on Tumblr, requesting cute and cuddly break up stories. She'd find the odd humour out of it, but eventually cry to know she'd more likely not live that life the blogger wrote by.

As the endless slobby weeks went by that Alyssa spent mopping around at her brothers. He had obviously suggested it was time for her to go, he was sickened to see her younger sister so down and broken. He never really ever saw her like this, he could tell he was so thing special to have her cry for over two months. Otherwise, she would've been over him in less than thirty minutes, but she knew from the start he was something different. But he was worried, he sensed from the start William was no doubt someone different and he was hoping he'd stay with his sister long enough. Daniel sensed the feeling William would be one to easily recover from, if not let go either. Though maybe Alyssa was to heard oaken to notice or care, her brother was thinking the possibility over that he could possibly be the one.