1992

You have been broken up with Graham Coxon for about a year now. You'd left him due to distance growing between you two as he'd been more focused on his band, Blur, that'd started to find it's way in and break the charts. However, you'd find yourself in a healthier relationship with another musician from the same scene.

After a long, tiring day at your teaching job, you slide off your shoes and lean back on the couch. The second you think you'll have a rest, your phone starts to ring loudly. You contemplate ignoring it, as your boyfriend who'd be staying over for the week nods for you to pick it up while he prepares himself something in the kitchen.

You'd just missed the phone in time for a voicemail. So, after waiting an extra minute to bask in the softness of your sofa, you pick up the phone to listen to the voicemail. On the other side of the phone, you can hear Graham's voice, coated in a mix of desperation and mucus.

"Can I see you on the... Beach, tonight? Oh my God... Just... Call my number back, I'll be waiting..."

Really, him?