11. 15. 13
“Hello?”
“…”
“…Is anyone there?”
“You haven’t changed your number. I thought for sure you would’ve changed it by now.”
“Jesus, Daisy.”
“Say it again.”
“Say what?”
“My name. I love when you say my name.”
“Are you drunk?”
“Mmmm… Maybe just a little…” *Giggle*
“…” *Sigh*
“Parky… I hate you.”
*Sharp inhale*
“Fuck, I know.”
“No, I love you. I do. I do.” *Benny in the background* “Shh, I’m on the phone. Stop dancing you dork.”
“Who the fuck is that?”
“…”
“Daisy, where are you?”
“Ah, you said it again.” *Giggle*
“Daisy, fucking answer me, Christ.”
“I think I should go… I shouldn’t have called you, now you’re mad at me. You hate me.”
“I-what? Daisy, don’t go -tell me where you are.”
“Daisy don’t you-“
That’s the most you’ve said to me in months,
Daisy
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When You Left
Short StoryAfter Parker -a hopeless romantic who smokes too much for his own good- leaves Daisy -a troubled alcoholic with a haunting past- with a kiss on the cheek and no explanation as to why he just shattered her entire world, she sits down with pen and pap...
