i dial up dan, only to reach his voicemail. his sweet voice fills my ears. "yeah, i'm either busy or too lazy to answer. leave a message, or just call again."
i let out a shaky sign, wiping away my tears. i fake a smile as i begin speaking into the mic,
"your mom call, well actually she called peej and he told me. why didn't you tell me that it got out of hand? dan, i would have been there for you. you didn't have to force yourself to be so brave.
i've decided to be brave. come to lancashire, please. you can come and live with me! i'll tell the world about us if it makes you happy. i don't care about anyone dan, i only care about you.
i want to be with you. i'm sorry for leaving, i shouldn't have been so selfish. i love you, okay?" i breath out the tears stream down my face. i hit send and hope he'll hear it's soon.
{a/n: the end is near!}
YOU ARE READING
wrong number !! phan
Short Story"wrong number." says a familiar voice. (a/n look sis i wrote this when i was a dumbass kid and like 15 years old. this shit is tough. i romanized depression and suicide and honestly i'm a dumbass bitch ass whore. i'm toxic and feel free to cancel me...
