*~~~*Jack & Hiccup Imagines & Preferences*~~~*

*~~~*Jack*~~~* - Hello

He had only wished you hadn't moved halfway across the country, because now there was a difference in distance as well as personalities.

Hello from the other side,
I must have called a thousand times,

Jack sighed as he ended yet another voicemail. He reckoned he must have called you a thousand times by now, and still you wouldn't answer. It was frustrating. It was annoying. But most of all, it was heartbreaking.

To tell you I'm sorry for everything that I've done,
But when I call you never seem to be home.

"I just wanna tell you I'm sorry." Jack was in the middle of another voicemail to you. He was getting quite tired of them, but he wouldn't give up just yet.

"For-for everything I did, and for what I didn't - or couldn't - do. I just wish I could tell you properly, if you'd just pick up your godforsaken phone!" he growled into the speaker, before composing himself. "Sorry, snowflake. Kinda lost my cool there for a second. Can you just, call me back? Please? Thanks."

Hello from the outside,
At least I can say that I've tried,

Sometimes, Jack would sometimes go to your house and watch you sleep (only for a few minutes, though. He didn't want to seem creepy). You always looked so peaceful, so content. Jack envied it.

He always wanted to wake you up so the two of you could talk, but he always got so nervous and didn't want to disturb you, so he would just leave with a dull ache in his heart.

To tell you I'm sorry for breaking your heart,
But it don't matter. It clearly doesn't tear you apart anymore...

"I sorry, snowflake," Jack started, "for breaking your heart. I just knew it wouldn't work, but I had no right to lash out at you like that. Please, get back to me on that. Thanks."

Hello,

How are you?

It's so typical of me to talk about myself, I'm sorry.

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5 weeks later...

Ring ring.

Ring ring.

Ring ring.

"Hi, there; you've reached (y/n)'s voicemail! Sorry I'm not able to take your call right now, but if you just leave me a message, I'll get right back to you as soon as possible. Promise!"

Beeeeeeeep.

~

Click. Sigh. Deep breath.

"Hey . . . (y/n)," Jack started. He had dropped the 'snowflake' a few weeks back after wondering if you didn't appreciate him calling him that after . . . the incident.

"I've just realised in most, if not all, of my voicemails I've only been talking about myself. So, for that, I'm sorry. Uh, how are you, then?"

I hope, that you're well,
Did you ever make it out of that town where nothing ever happened?

"I hope you're alright and good and . . . " Not wanting to finish the sentence, Jack quickly changed the subject.

"Do you like where you are now? Like, better than Burgess? I dunno why I asked - just wanted to know, I guess."

And it's no secret that the both of us,
Are running out of time...

"Alright, I'm gonna go now. Bye, (y/n)." As Jack hung up his now-150th voicemail to you, he sighed, wondering if with each newcoming voicemail, he became more and more irrelevant to you.