your character has passed away, and my character is having trouble coping, so they keep calling your museās old cellphone. send me ā for the last voicemail my character left.
Right before you left I told you I never wanted to see you again, Jackson, this isnāt what I meant. I can never take those words back, canāt take back all the fighting, all the times we tried to overpower each other to prove that we werenāt the weakest one.
We always just wanted to be strong, but god we are so miserable without each other. I know you were, because I knowĀ you,Ā you didnāt come back and thatāsā I forgive you. I do, Jackson. For everything. I forgive you for being there when I needed you here. I forgive you for every single time you were able to look me in the eyes and tell me you didnāt love me anymore.
I knew better. I always knew better, even if everyone else told me it was unhealthy. That I deserved more. I knew it was just your way of telling me you were scared, that you felt every single thing I said but you were afraid of it. And itās okay.. JāJackson itās okay.
And it doesnāt make sense, I constantly feel youĀ hereĀ and it makes meĀ sick.Ā But itās like your here telling me in your own way over and over again, and I canāt shut it up. I canāt make it stop for one god damn second. This was always your way of telling me.
Suffocating me. Ripping at me. Screaming. I love you Jackson, itāsĀ okayāāā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā [ if you are satisfied with this message, you may hang up at this time. ]