PRS med Isabelle Granger :D

"Talk, then", you say.

You hear his harsh voice and it shatters your heart in a million pieces. "Dave... I-I..." you try to say, but your voice stocks in your troat (stavning), and you can feel the tears in your eyes.

You don't say anything and wait for him to say something.

You feel the tears streaming down your face. You dry them and try to breathe. "D... Dave... Yesterday. . It wasnt... What you think it was" You curse yourself for sounding so stupid, and guilty.

"Sure it wasn't", you say ironically.

You bite your bottom lip and feel the tears running down your cheeks again. Why won't he believe you?

You end the phone call. Fuck.

You sit down on your bed and look up at the ceiling. Your vision is misty by all the tears. You didn't do anything wrong..! Why won't he listen to you? That idiot. That damn fucking idiot that you love so, so much.

You wish he was here and that everything was normal. But it wasn't.

You crumble up in a ball and just cry.