❝In which a celebrity dials a random number in hope of finding one last thing to make him smile before he commits suicide at the end of the month.❞
"I'm going to commit suicide in one months time."
"I think you have the wrong number."
"It can't be t...
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"Super-girl, I need to tell you something."
"Well, that's a rather blunt way to open up a conversation. Hello to you too, Lost Boy."
"I...I'm serious. This is something that's been eating away at me for a while."
"Are you okay over there in London, Lost Boy? Your breathing sounds kind of irrational."
"I...I-i'm fine. I'm just really, really nervous."
"Why? What on earth do you have to be nervous about? You know you can always talk to me, about anything, right?"
"Y-y-yeah."
"Lost Boy, if you're so nervous that you can't form a coherent sentence then I don't think that you're ready to tell me whatever it is that you're trying to tell me."
"N...n-no. I have to tell you. I've been keeping it from you for too long now. I-it's eating me up inside."
"You're still stuttering."
"N-no I'm not."
"Just calm down. You're acting like you're going to the police to confess a massive crime and guess what Lost Boy? I'm not the police. Just take deep breaths, okay? In through the nose, out through the mouth. In through the nose, out through th-"
