Room 330, Wednesday Evening
Mar. 27th, 2013 07:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
genesisheroEvan had gotten his first voicemail today since... well... since he'd come to the island, really. He'd been out walking Ozzy, and he'd just missed the call, and was actually almost excited to see that it had been Yeul to leave the message.
Until he went to listen to it, and was met, first, with the sound of his own voice in his own message to anyone who called.
... Especially if it's you, Ma and Pa. I haven't heard from you in ages.
It hit him like a baseball bat to the chest, and he was out of breath as he hit the button to play back the message that was there for him. There, Yeul's voice, promising him in a voice incapable of lying that no matter what, she would never be afraid of him. She probably had no idea just how badly he needed to hear someone say those things. He listened to her message through once. And then, after a moment's hesitation, he listened to it again. And again.
He was going to have to change his own voicemail message soon so that it wouldn't blindside him again. But before that, he was just going to sit there, curled up on his bed, listening to someone telling him that he was a good person over and over and over, and struggling not to cry.
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Until he went to listen to it, and was met, first, with the sound of his own voice in his own message to anyone who called.
... Especially if it's you, Ma and Pa. I haven't heard from you in ages.
It hit him like a baseball bat to the chest, and he was out of breath as he hit the button to play back the message that was there for him. There, Yeul's voice, promising him in a voice incapable of lying that no matter what, she would never be afraid of him. She probably had no idea just how badly he needed to hear someone say those things. He listened to her message through once. And then, after a moment's hesitation, he listened to it again. And again.
He was going to have to change his own voicemail message soon so that it wouldn't blindside him again. But before that, he was just going to sit there, curled up on his bed, listening to someone telling him that he was a good person over and over and over, and struggling not to cry.
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Date: 2013-04-04 02:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-04-04 02:29 am (UTC)Way better than crying over a phone message, at least.