Cross your heart. Hope to die. Pray he sees it.
Series Metadata
Listing Series
-
Tags
Summary
That was the last of his voice Ivan would ever hear, wouldn't it be? A voicemail message. An artificial reassurance. He felt his heart drop.
With a sigh, Ivan had begun to speak in low, hoarse words. His throat was raw, wrung entirely dry by harsh sobbing, and his eyes were sore, entirely blurred, trashed by the tears that hadn't quite been able to escape his eyes in time.
"Hey. It's um...It's Ivan."
Series
-
Tags
Summary
"I, I just... God, excuse me, I'm so sorry; God bless that kid. I won't say your name, but if you're listening, I, um... Thank you for being mature. I'm so sorry for my son's behavior."
Nobody spoke. Only faint, muted alarms could be heard for a few seconds.
"Of course. Thank you for being with us today; it must be very hard to deal with what you're dealing with (mhm). We're so sorry for your loss."
With shaking fingers, Andrew had changed the channel. He dropped the remote. Both of his hands rose to his face now, and his mouth had gone entirely dry.
Series