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Mascara tinged tears streamed down your cheeks as the almost painful sharp ring of the phone pressed against your ear.
“Please pick up.” You begged softly through hiccups. When the ring of the call stopped, you could feel your heartbeat pick up only for it to feel as if it fell to your stomach as the call is sent to voicemail. You let out a quiet sniffle before forcing a smile and a 'happy' voice,
“Hey! Sorry to call so late, I just…” You trailed off for a second before swallowing hard. “I just wanted to hear your voice. It's been one hell of a day, but I know you're busy so I'll just catch you nex- “The end tone of the voicemail box cuts you off. A torrential downpour of tears leave your eyes as your phone slide from your hand and clatters to the ground beneath you. Between the myriad of things that had gone wrong in your day and the mix of emotions that made that even harder, being cut off by the automated voice made what little strength you had left shatter. Shattering is what it felt like, like you had been obliterated into thousands of tiny shards. Your body seemed to crumple into itself as you slumped to the floor, holding your knees to your body as if holding those tiny shards together by the grace of Satan himself. Nothing could go right today and everything that could go wrong had, not to mention the cavities of your mind reminded you of every dark crevice your life had. You knew Sodo was on the other side of the world on tour and the odds of him answering were slim, but in your desperation you held out a smidgen of hope. Well had. You cried in the deafening silence of your dark room, silently praying the darkness would swallow you whole as you buried your face in your hand, resisting the urge to tug at the soft strands of your hair. It wasn't until you noticed a soft light behind your hands that your cries softened. The source of the light was the now brightened screen of your phone. You could barely make out the letters of his name through your tears, but it seemed as if your hands moved on their own accord, picking up the phone, hitting the green button, and putting the phone up to your ear.
” Hey, baby. I got your voicemail. You okay?” He asks, his tone clear with concern. Another series of hiccups leave you as you swipe away tears with your free hand. You give a soft shake of your head as you answer him with a soft “no.”
“You wanna talk about it?” He questions. You can almost see the slight tilt of his head in your mind as he asks you this.
“I don't wanna talk about it. I'd rather hear about your day.” You tell him. You can tell that Sodo seems hesitant as he replies, before he goes on about the show he and the other ghouls had put on alongside Copia. He leaves nothing out and before you know it, the tears you had shed ceased and the hiccups had to turn into quiet giggles as Sodo explains Swiss' bought of stage antics. When he comes to the end of his account of the night's events, you hear a soft sigh leave him.
“I miss you.” He says
“I miss you too.” You tell him.