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Summary: what started as an accidentall voicemial to your ex boyfriend ended up becoming routine and maybe even more TW: none that i can think of
Word count: 3.9k A/N: completely made up game schedule btw
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âHey, itâs Mat.â His voice echoed through the phone, so familiar yet strangely distant now. Youâd heard him speak in interviews, but this was different. He was addressing you, or at least the voicemail version of you. âI canât answer right now, so you know what to do.â
You didnât know what to do. Calling your ex-boyfriend, the one you had broken up with months ago, wasnât something you had exactly planned. Yet, when the acceptance email for the program you had worked tirelessly for arrived, the one he had witnessed you pour your heart into, he was the person you wanted to share it with. So thatâs what you were doing, trying no to overthink it before nerves got the best of you.
âMat, hi. This is so randomâH-how are you?â Thank God he didnât answer, you were a stuttering mess leaving a voicemail imagine if it had been him on the other end instead. âI got in! Into the program I mean. I donât know why, but I wanted to tell you. You helped me so much beforeââ you cut yourself again. It didnât feel right to mention the break up like that, but what could you say? Before I broke up with you? Before I stumbled out of your apartment leaving you behind without an explanation?
âFuck it. I canât do this.â You pulled your phone away from your ear and touched the red dot.
Thatâs it. He didnât need to know, he probably wouldnât even care. Who would want their ex to call to tell them they were doing great? That maybe after all the breakup was worth it because they had gotten into the program they had neglected their relationship for? Too long, right?
A second later, realization struck like lightning â you had ended the call before deleting the voicemail. It had been sent.
