After leaving behind a past he'd rather forget, Luke is excited to finally be living on his own. With the help of his foster parents and best friend, Calum, he finds the perfect apartment- well, almost. The walls are paper thin and there's no hot water after 11 pm, but Luke doesn't care. It's finally a place that Luke can call his own, and while it's lonelier than he expected, it's all his. And if that means he can spend each night curled up with a hot cup of tea reading aloud his favorite mystery novel, he's happy.
Contrary to what his best friend Ashton thinks, Michael likes his life as it is, thank you very much. After surviving an accident that left him permanently blind, Michael's become dependent on his monotonous schedule. Breakfast with Ashton, working on the next novel for his publicist, and dinner with his neighbor, Sierra. Routine and control rule his life and keep him shackled to his shoebox of an apartment, but he prefers it this way. Until he hears his new neighbor reading aloud the book that he wrote.
TW: domestic violence, mental health struggles
Voicemail, yet again.
Taking a deep breath, I start the message.
"Hey, I've called you again. This is the last one, I swear. Remember when we would chat forever and ever? We would always drink hot coffee together and talk about our pointless day. It was a daily thing, until you found someone else to occupy your time. I wasn't needed anymore, so you cast me out. I'm in our place, same spot. When you decide to meet me again, I'll be here. I won't talk to you. All that I will spare you is a small glance and some cold coffee."
Ending the voicemail, I collapse back into the chair and wait for the response that will never come.
cover by @xHemmingsHugsx