F.U. Part 2
Part 2 of this was highly requested a while back, so here it is and it’s officially my debut piece in writing for the first time in a while! I hope you guys are appeased with it and if you aren’t, then don’t read it? lol
Word Count: 1,817
Part one > here
It was only the third week.
The last three weeks have been a blur of ice cream, tears, friends and declining his calls.
Whenever he called, he would leave a message, always.
Whenever he left a message, you would listen, always.
Was it healthy? Of course it fucking wasn’t, but what the hell were you to do?
Your eyes burned from the tears that left your tear ducts, staring at the little red notification by the phone icon.
You knew you shouldn’t, but you always did.
Delicately raising the phone to your ear, his voice deafened you with regret.