Logan.
I'm scared. Well, scared doesn't begin to cover it.
This weekend he was supposed to move out here. He said he'd try.
I'm not sure if I was dreaming or not... I mean, I was in that weird half-sleep state, where you're still dreaming but conscious, too, seeing images in your mind's eye while hearing things in the real world. I don't know of the call was real or not...
"I-I can't make it," said the choked up voice on the line. "I can't do it. I can't leave. I'm so sorry."
My response was robotic. "It's okay. Don't worry about it. It's alright."
"N-no... I-I have to go. Have to find a job. Have to go... *click*"
Nothing more than that... and I can't reach him. Is he dodging my calls, because it was real, or is he really busy working and packing? I'm so upset I can barely type, not knowing what to believe...
This weekend he was supposed to move out here. He said he'd try.
I'm not sure if I was dreaming or not... I mean, I was in that weird half-sleep state, where you're still dreaming but conscious, too, seeing images in your mind's eye while hearing things in the real world. I don't know of the call was real or not...
"I-I can't make it," said the choked up voice on the line. "I can't do it. I can't leave. I'm so sorry."
My response was robotic. "It's okay. Don't worry about it. It's alright."
"N-no... I-I have to go. Have to find a job. Have to go... *click*"
Nothing more than that... and I can't reach him. Is he dodging my calls, because it was real, or is he really busy working and packing? I'm so upset I can barely type, not knowing what to believe...