âŁ: A not so regular text message.
[text]Â so apparently the car got towed with me passed out in the back seat, amazing.
â:For an unsent letter from my muse.
[text  unsent] i know you are mad with me and all but here i am apologizing. i miss u. so much.Â
â:For a drunk phone call.
[call] i fucking lost my phone, christina, iâm so âwait, i am holding my phone right now as i talk to you, haha. i love alcohol, goddammit.
â:How about a voice message from my muse?
[voice message] hey, you are always telling me to show you some interest but here you are ignoring all my texts and calls, fuck, you even ignored me today in the office. iâm trying right here.
â :Your muse has died, this is how mine reacts.
Dylan's lips were always pursed to the side since he got the news. He didn't do much when her father came up to him told him with tears in his eyes that her daugther was dead, he didn't even cried but it didn't meant that he wasn't a mess in the inside, he just didn't like to show it. He didn't even cried when he was alone with only him and his thoughts, he only laid on his bed, hoping to get some sleep. He also didn't cried in her funeral, he didn't even stuttered when he said his words in front of everyone. He was just like --there.Â