"Abigail?" I spoke into the phone.
"You have reached the voicemail of Abigail! Leave a message!"
"Abigail! Call me back!"
Call again.
Voicemail.
Call again.
Voicemail.
Voicemail. Voicemail. Voicemail.
"Pick up... Pick up..." Josh cried into the phone, rocking himself back and forth on her yellow rug.
Voicemail.
Josh had picked up yellow tulips, her favorite, for her along with coffee.
He had knocked on the door only to find it was slightly ajar. The door swung open to reveal three things.
One: Her purse, with her keys, on the table.
Two: Nine different medicine bottles on the table.
Three: A hospital emergency call she never hung up.
Please be okay.
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snapshot •josh dun
Fanfiction"That's it." "What's what?" "You." "What about me?" "You're my Polaroid boy."
