• I have plenty of reasons for why I'd never want to see you again.
    But, I want to see you again.
    I want to hear you again.
    One chance left.
    I know you're there.

    Click, Clack. "Bonjour! You've reached Phil."
    Freeze.
    "oh. hey. It's me.
    Guess you're not there.
    Again.
    Look, can you give me a call?
    I need to talk to you. Please?"

    These memories are haunting me.
    Just breathe, Bobbi, just breathe.
    Déjà vu, welcome back old friend.
    The phone stays silent.

    I know you're there.
    Should I try again?
    I can't breathe.
    Just, freeze.
    This is the end, I swear.
    Last time.
    I swear.

    This process never ends.