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Max arrived and him and Emery discussed for hours, eventually settling that she needed to make the best apology she's ever made.Max left and she looked at her phone, wondering what to do.She doubted he'd text or call back, but she could leave a voicemail, maybe.Yeah, sounds good.Here's how it went: Hey, it's me.I mean, you know that anyways, I don't know if I should even try to text or call you at this point. I don't know what else you expect me to do other then apologize, though I doubt you'd listen to that. I really hope you'll listen to this all the way through. I wouldn't and if you're mad I get it, I would be too. What I did was wrong and i'm sorry, I really am sorry. I had time for you and I pushed you away, and probably made you feel like shit while I didn't pay any attention to anything but papers and due dates. I just want you to know, i'm sorry. And i'll keep apologizing for as long as it takes and -- I know I made a big mistake, I'm sorry for what I did. I wish I could go back in time and change it, change it to be how a relationship should be, not the mess we called one. Just know i'm sorry, Noah. I truly am. Her voice was raw as she hung it up, having started to silently cry in the middle of recording it. |
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Noah was dying his hair when she called and left a voicemail, so he didn't even hear it. He let the dye sit for a bit while he cooked dinner, another one of his hobbies he enjoyed and had rather missed. While dinner was in the oven, Noah washed the dye out, blowdried it, and styled it. It looked good. He felt good. He felt like himself again. Henry came back to their now, shared apartment, just as Noah was dishing out food. The two of them ate together and talked happily. Henry told Noah he liked his hair back to brunette, and Noah smiled. He was finally feeling good about himself. It was only after dinner that Noah saw the notification on his phone about a voicemail from Em. He swallowed, unsure whether or not to listen to it. So, later, he asked Henry. "Hey, Hen?" he asked. "Yeah?" Henry replied. "Em left me a voicemail and I don't know whether or not to listen to it," Noah explained. "Oh... well, thats something you need to decide, are you ready to hear what she has to say?" Henry asked, only looking out for Noahs best interest. Noah didn't know how to answer that question. He didn't feel ready... |
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Em waited for hours and didn't eat, sitting on her bed and checking every few minutes to see if he'd checked it or not. Max had come back again, he only dropped some food off and checked in, she probably should eat....yeah, she needed to.Emery stood and walked to the kitchen, seeing the buffalo wings Max had brought her and left on the bar, now having sat there for a hour.She sighed, tossing them into the microwave before taking them out and eating, mind a mess. She'd canned her mid term even after all the work, Noah had left, Max kept 'giving her space' when she was begging for him, and Hunter wouldn't stop pestering her. Should she file a restraining order? It'd be a good idea, get him to stop spamming her and showing un randomly, but nah, she wasn't in the right mood to even try for court. The woman ate the wings and went right back to her bed, checking her phone one last time. No update. With a sigh of tiredness she curled up and shut her eyes, drifting off. |
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Noah and Henry went to bed a little while later, both in their respective rooms. Henry was well asleep, but Noah lay awake, thinking about Em. He missed her. He really missed her. But he missed the Em who cared about him, the Em who put him first before anything, not the one who neglected him on Valentines Day. He pulled out his phone, listening to the voicemail. He started crying halfway through listening to it. He put his phone down once he had listened to it, crying. Once he'd calmed down, it was around 1 in the morning, but he still picked his phone back up and called her. |
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Emery awoke to her phone ringing and somebody rummaging in the kitchen. Yep, that restraining order sounds really nice right now. Hunter walked in, Emery barely processing the call. She let it ring, standing and pushing Hunter out before returning back to the phone, answering. "Hello?" |
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"Hey..." Noah started warily. |
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"Oh, hey Noah." She said, half asleep. |
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"...I got your voicemail," |
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She didn't say anything, just stayed silent for a solid minute. "Well I hope you understand it's the truth, Noah. I already miss you." |
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"I-... I miss you too. But, you hafta know what you did, it really hurt me," |
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