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Hey Corey

I miss you

I know its kinda stupid
to text you since

Yknow

But still

How are you? I hope
you're okay

I hope you're not dead

I hope you're happier
wherever you are

I miss you so much..

Jenna's doing well

I've been visiting her
more often lately

She misses you too

It hurts to be honest

The fact that shes old
enough to know what
happened, but too young
to know why

She knows you're gone

But she thinks you left her

Fuck

God its funny

I've sworn more in the past
year than my whole life i think.

Anyways

I miss you

Im sorry

Im sorry, who's this?

I believe you're trying to text the
person who had this number last.

I didn't read any of your messages,
as I don't want to intrude.

Oh

They gave her number away

I guess that  makes sense

Its been a while anyways

Sorry

DO YOU WISH TO DELETE THE CONTACT [Love of my life❤️] FROM YOUR LIST?

yes              no

CONTACT DELETED.

☹ ' , —

my head slumped over onto my desk, my fists tightening. i didn't notice the hot tears down my face until a soft ringing entered my eyes.

i looked up, with misty eyes, and accepted.

"hey tubbo," my voice was rough from crying.

"hey boss-man..." the worry dripped throughout his words, "you still up to stream today?"

i nodded, despite the fact he couldn't see me, "i have to. i promised i wouldn't break my streak again."

"ranboo, don't force yourself to stream, its not good for you—"

"no! stop!" knuckles turned white, "no offense but that's the last thing i want to hear right now!"

the call stood silent. soft sobs were the only thing that picked up on my mic.

"im sorry, toby," i sighed, "i didn't mean to yell."

"its okay... but—are you sure you'll be alright to stream?"

"yeah," i wiped my tears from my face, and regained my composer, "yeah im fine."