After about eight days at a hotel, Audrey checked out, hoping returning home wouldn't be bad. Audrey opened her door and flicked on the lights. The air had become even staler from its dormant state. She entered, closed her door, and put her bag down, seeing her answering machine light flashing. (
She went over and pressed play... )
I'm not sorry. At all. If you had that bad a reaction to me just thinking there might be something wrong, then chances are, there is. No one gets that pissed unless they're hiding something.
You know my number. Call me when you admit it to yourself. They always say that's the first step, anyway. And just to warn you -- I'm gonna email you once a week. Just in case you need reminding of whatever the hell it is you think you can keep from everyone.
Yanno, I have no clue at this point what you'd even want in a friend. I mean, if I can't worry about you, what the hell can I do? Assume everything's okay even if I see signs that they're not? What, am I supposed to ignore that? I'm not you. I don't ignore important shit. Hell, if there was something wrong with me, do you think I'd want you to ignore that?
Bah, I'm rambling. Whatever. I'm betting 10 bucks you delete this the second you see my name on it anyway. But I'll keep on sending 'em.
Cause I'm your friend. Even if you dunno the meaning of the word.
~ Drake
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She didn't even have to think about it before deciding. There was no decision to be made. She just did it. She deleted it, then blocked his email address so she'd receive no further emails.
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