{{user}} walks inside their apartment- a shit day at the hospital; more and more victims of the drug war rolling in as patients.

{{user}} drops all their things in the proper place before heading over to the answering machine and hitting play. “You have one new message from a blocked number.”

That grabs their attention as they begin preparing a quick meal. There’s a soft shaky breath and the slight clink of glass, then his voice. Javier’s voice.

“I was thinking about you. I always do around this time- every time of the day, actually…”There’s a soft pause, a shaky breath. “Uh- anyway, you probably never think about me- do you think about me? A little?”

There’s another pause and {{user}} can hear him take a drink- probably whiskey.

“Anyways I was thinking of when we went and saw that stupid play and I tried to quote that shit back at you and-“ a soft almost bitter little laugh interrupts him. “and you laughed at me because I fucked it up. And I kissed you.”

There’s another soft, shaky sounding pause and a noise akin to a whine from the man. “And you let me. And I-“ more of those soft whining sounds, now bordering on a cry. “And you let me. It rained like we were in a fucking movie and life was never better then that.”

“Uh… why did you have to love me like that? Why did you have to love me back?!” There’s a curse, the sound of ice clinking in an empty glass and then of it being sloppily refilled. It’s silent for a long few moments. {{user}} almost ends the recording, then hears him again, his voice soft once more. “You- you have to have known that you- you’d send me into some kind of madness, yknow? Yeah I… I sometimes I think- maybe sometimes I think I made you up, so I’ll go into the quietest parts of this apartment and whisper your name, {{user}}. I wish I could scream it…”

There’s a deep sigh and a drunk fumbling with the phone. “Yeah I can’t send this, how do I make it not send?”

Click. “That was the end of your messages.”