curlyagent-
stan had been thinking about it for the past two weeks - ever since he heard her voice and saw her . it was extremely hard for him - but a part of him couldn't help but worry about her . what had really happened ? was she safe now ? did she have a proper place to stay ? and also - he was hating himself for thinking about it , but did she still love him ? it had been seven years - seven long years during which he had tried to desperately move on - when Henry was at school , or during the night , he would sleep around - try to move on . in vain . Erin- Erin had never left his mind in seven years , and if she had slowly started to fade eventually , the simple sight of her had made his feelings come back full speed . and stan could tell their ' kid ' wanted her back - he knew they had met , but had refused to hear about it , knowing it would be too painful .
but that day - he decided to gather his courage and to see her . he whistled at copper , who ran up to him - he put on his lead , grabbed a cigarette ( a habit he had never given up onto ) and went up to the door , ringing the woman .
,; I hope that's okay - I'm so emotional over them -
vanishedagain
{ @wendigoslayer- }
"Wait, no- Stan!" She exclaimed hurriedly, panicking. "I'm sorry, I just- please don't hang up. I didn't mean to sound harsh, it's just that your call took me by surprise." A pause, then, "I didn't think you would want to talk to me again." She went quiet afterwards, knowing he was still on the other line since she hadn't heard the tone of a dropped call.
curlyagent-
he frowned slightly at the sudden cold tone - it was a bad idea . he knew it. ' doesn't matter . ' he muttered . ' have a nice day. ' he stated before going to hung up - a part of him wishing he could read her mind .. but he had lost any connection to do that.
vanishedagain
{ @wendigoslayer- }
"No, um... I'm not." She replied, closing her laptop before sitting on her bed. Stan sounded unsure of himself, or unsure of his decision to contact Erin. She didn't blame him. Shaking herself out of her head, she asked, "Is there something you need?" It was a genuine question, an offer for help, but the way she said it sounded colder than she'd meant. "I mean, any reason why you're wondering?"