Gone

You sit at the end of the bed, watching raindrops slide down your window as if they are racing each other. You clench your phone tightly, replaying the voice mail Calum left you. The automatic voice chimed in 'Please leave a message after the beep'. "Hey, uh.... it's Calum...and I, love you." The line ran dead. You choked back tears, and whisper "I loved you, too." It's been three years since Calum passed away after recording that message.
He was gone.
There was nothing you could do about it.

WARNING: contains lots of self harm and drinking. please do not read this, it may trigger dangerous actions.