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Sweetheart: a ng ang pls help mme
Sweetheart: i jus t can;;;t
Sweetheart: i;;;m so tired i
Sweetheart: i;;;;mm so sorry i KNOW its my fault it;;s all my fault
Sweetheart: i;m so sorry for leavin i;;;m suchhh a stupidd mess
Sweetheart: i can;;t eaven sleep now it;;s all my fault
Sweetheart: ange angie i;;;m so so so so rey
Sweetheart: ffyck
Sweetheart: i lo ve you
Sweetheart: no im so sorry i
Sweetheart: ii don;;;t deserve u youre so perfect way too nioce to me
Sweetheart: why are u so nice to me llovei
Sweetheart: i;;;m hurtin
Sweetheart: i can;t you;;;re so loyal and nice and i don;t get why u keep me ar ound
Sweetheart: angie pplaws b be awaake,
Sweetheart: i need u right n ow
Sweetheart: i;m so sorry oh my god i;;m i caon;t unsend theseu
Sweetheart: youre just gonna wake up tyo this and hhave a terriubbble mornin because of me i;;;m s
Sweetheart: o ssorty
Sweetheart: sorrey
Sweetheart: fu ck
Sweetheart: i;;;m so sorry im sorey
Sweetheart: mmicah plds i lov e yoiu
Me: Hey, hey, I'm here, babe, don't cry. Imma call you, k?
Sweetheart: okauy
Calling Sweetheart...
“Hey... You alright, love?”
“S-s-s-sorry...” Jeremy mumbled, a fresh wave of tears overtaking him.
“C’mon, angel, don't cry. You know I stick around 'cause I love you to death, yeah? Don’tchu ever doubt it, ‘kay? Nothing’s your fault, you—we all went through some terrible shit, but it's over now, isn't it? We got through. It wasn't your fault. You deserve the world. You were so strong, making the choices you had to make, fighting the battles you had to fight... But it’s all... You're safe now. The past doesn't matter, love. The only thing that matters now is us.”
Jeremy sniffled and cried for several more minutes, Michael’s soft, low, comforting voice a constant to hold onto.
“I-I-I l-love you,” he whispered shakily. “I l-love you, I-I loveyou, I l-lov-ve y-you...”
“I love you, I love you, I love you, my angel,” Michael whispered back.
“Angel... My... His angel...” Jeremy breathed to himself, without even realizing what he was doing. “Th... Thanks... I... I l-love you, M-Micah...”
“I’m always here for you, my love. You're never bothering me, so don't worry about that. Now get some sleep, angel. See you tomorrow, bright and early?”
“Yeah,” Jeremy said quickly, and Michael couldn’t help but detect a certain pleading note in his boyf’s voice.
“Promise,” he whispered, and blew a kiss into the phone. “Sleep well, sweetheart. Have good dreams.”
“...p-promise.”
“Night.”
“G-g’night.”