#calls

This is 7th part of Late Night Calls - a voicemail series following Javier Peña during sleepless nights. The full series lives in the masterlist

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Hey… yeah. It’s me.

I know. I called yesterday. I know. You don’t have to say it. I’m aware.

We talked today. Just for a second. And you brought up the calls. Not laughing, not joking. You just said it. “You’ve been calling a lot.”

And then you stopped. Just stood there and waited like you already knew what I was gonna say.

So I said it was nothing. Late nights. Bad sleep. Same shit I’ve been saying all week. You didn’t push. You didn’t argue. You just nodded. Like you heard me and didn’t buy it. That part pissed me off more than it should’ve.

I walked away thinking I’d killed it. Like, okay, done, handled. And then it followed me around all day anyway. Every quiet minute. Like I left something hanging there and it didn’t wanna stay put.

I don’t like that you see it. I really don’t like knowing you see it. Makes it hard to pretend this is just me killing time or dialing because I’m bored. I’m not. And yeah, I think we both know that, even if neither of us said it.

That stupid day’s getting closer and I hate how it’s messing with my head. Makes everything feel louder. Makes the space between us feel bigger when you’re not right there.

And this is usually where I shut up. Where I don’t say the next part. But… tonight I’m not doing that.

Because… sometimes I don’t wanna go back to an empty place. Sometimes I just want you here. Just here. Tonight. Quiet.

I’m not asking. I’m not pushing. I just needed to get it out once instead of letting it sit there and eat at me.

…yeah.

Take care tonight.

Goodnight.

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