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The twenty-second of July.
It was supposed to have been a year today. It was supposed to have been a celebration, a--
[he swallows; his voice continues to grow gradually shakier and angrier.]
--a way to pretend that there was some reason for all of this. He was supposed to-- You were supposed to be here, you were supposed to tell me you-- Fuck.
[his voice begins breaking, and with a sniffle and a bitter huff, he switches to private.]
[Private | Easily hackable]
It was supposed to be like it used to be, when it was just the two of us and there was no one but me and no one to take you away and you loved me and you told me so and I didn't have to ask you to say it and I didn't have to ask you to come and see me and you made me happy when I'd--
[he stops to take a shuddering breath, continuing his sniffling, his rushed, bitter words barely intelligible through his now thick and nasal voice.]
And now you don't even know what tonight is, you're home with everyone else and none of it even happened for you and I never happened for you and I was supposed to be everything to you, I just want to be it for someone and I'm so fucking sick of everyone forgetting, you don't get to forget me, I won't--
[shouting now, the sound of large claws tearing at plaster can be heard in the background as the communicator clatters to the ground. Eventually, there's a soft thud as Charles falls to his knees, then nothing more than muffled sobbing until the recording finally times out.]
It was supposed to have been a year today. It was supposed to have been a celebration, a--
[he swallows; his voice continues to grow gradually shakier and angrier.]
--a way to pretend that there was some reason for all of this. He was supposed to-- You were supposed to be here, you were supposed to tell me you-- Fuck.
[his voice begins breaking, and with a sniffle and a bitter huff, he switches to private.]
[Private | Easily hackable]
It was supposed to be like it used to be, when it was just the two of us and there was no one but me and no one to take you away and you loved me and you told me so and I didn't have to ask you to say it and I didn't have to ask you to come and see me and you made me happy when I'd--
[he stops to take a shuddering breath, continuing his sniffling, his rushed, bitter words barely intelligible through his now thick and nasal voice.]
And now you don't even know what tonight is, you're home with everyone else and none of it even happened for you and I never happened for you and I was supposed to be everything to you, I just want to be it for someone and I'm so fucking sick of everyone forgetting, you don't get to forget me, I won't--
[shouting now, the sound of large claws tearing at plaster can be heard in the background as the communicator clatters to the ground. Eventually, there's a soft thud as Charles falls to his knees, then nothing more than muffled sobbing until the recording finally times out.]