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Phone Log
2:03 AM
5 missed calls from Blitzy❤️
2:07 AM
7 missed calls from Blitz
3:41 AM
Voicemail from Blitz
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5:23 AM
Voicemail from Blitz
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…Hey, Stolas? I-I just wanted to, um, say that I hope you had a good night. I, uh, this sounds fucking stupid already. I just, I hope that he, he treats you, better, you know? Running after you on the train to London, and all that shit. You deserve better. Live your best life without me, okay?
Oh goddamn it, I’m not asking you to get back with me. You don’t owe me diddly-squat. I’m done messing around with people’s shit. *Fuck, what am I saying?* Just, forget it. Forget it. I’m just gonna move on and we can forget any of this happened. If I bump into you at the grocery store or something I’ll just keep on walking and never look back. Nothing left to say or do. Nope.
Tell you what: I’ll never listen to that country radio station you say you hate but secretly like, or that cheesy romance channel you eat cereal to, so that you won’t be sitting there one day thinking, ‘Hey is that stupid fuckhead of an imp who treated me like a piece of shit because of his own fucked up issues doing the same thing that I am? Is he still around?’ Believe me. I couldn’t be if I tried
Hell, I got rid of all of my lavender scented shit already. And I’ll only go to the human realm on non-full moon days. Maybe I just won’t look at the night sky there ever again. All so that you don’t have to ruin your perfectly good day worrying about me sticking around. You want me to grab my horse shit from your room? Actually wait, I’ll just get Moxxie to do it. Is that too much? Yeah, I’ll just hire some movers. Don’t worry about it. Not one bit.
Lucifer on a stick this sounds desperate as fuck. But you know what Stolas? I’m through obsessing over how things could’ve gone differently. I don’t care anymore. If tonight taught me anything, it’s that my absence from the lives of the people I’ve hurt, especially yours, is a damn good thing. Given the chance I’d fuck it all up again anyways. So just, move on already. We’ll just keep on going on our separate paths that got tangled as shit once. But never again. We’re untangled. Finished. Through.
It’s… better this way.
I… I-I’m… Just block my number and move the fuck on, okay? And don’t you worry your feathered ass, I ain’t calling you anymore. Take care and all that mushy goodbye bullshit.
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11:26 PM
Voicemail from Blitzy
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Shit, wrong number…
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Sorry.
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