#imsorryimsorryimsorry

“…FUCK!”

The only other comprehensive noises are static bounding itself to the chains, like the girl had. Distant noise of glass shattering and various other objects that don’t sound so easily as to be broken. A soul, however…

Is broken so easily.

She approaches the radio. No words said. Just muttering. Muttering for what? Didn’t you want this?

From a mocking applause to a violent sob, hysterical, angry, unforgiving, unfortunate. You could consider it unusual to hear whatever unsympathetic creature you believe she is to be this emotional.

“Please…” a haunting voice echoed. Low, quiet, out of the blue.

“I need you. I c a n’ t do this without you. I can’t function without you.”

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… come back..”

“PLEASE!”

“They all comforted her.. they’re all griefing. Not for you, but for her.”

“Why did you do this? For her? DO YOU HATE ME?”

“HER. IT’S ALWAYS HER. I HATE HER S̷̢̘̘̼͇̬̬͈̪̄̇̄̃̉ͅO̷͇̻̜̙̝̰͔̤̫̝̮̫̓͛̈̾̽̍̏̽̒̑̊̍ͅ ̶̟̊͑̉̚Ṃ̵̛̎̿̆͌̈́͝Ự̸̡̧̜̤̪̼̻͒̉̎̋̑͑̈̐͘͝C̸̞̩͖̲̄̍̋̽̂H̸̢̨͔͔̱̱̰̫̯̗̙̭̠͕̉̿̓̌̈́̂̓̿̍̾͗̈́͐̚͝.̸̲̳̼͎̙̱͚͑͂́̈́̑̀͋̾̽̀̿̐̉̕.”

“COME BACK. PLEASE. I’LL DO ANYTHING. I’LL STAB MYSELF IN THE THROAT THOUSANDS OF TIMES.”

She cried and cried, but there was nobody to answer—nobody but her own greedy faults. And soon, those sobs just turned to muffled panting. The radio picked up everything but one. It could never pick up true care in the face of a hateful facade.

“Seth, I love you. I miss you. I’m sorry. You didn’t have to do this. You could’ve just.. asked me… for help.. for care… anytime. I would’ve provided.”

“…”

And then, a defeated shudder of laughter.

“Haha.”

Click!

hmm. hmmmmmmmmmmmmm. *looks at my own habits* hmm. hmmmmmmmm.