Green S. Oak (
rivalappeared) wrote2025-01-28 07:18 pm
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answering machine
"Hey, you've reached Green Oak. If this is League business, leave a message. If not, I've got caller ID. What are you, 70? Whatever.
BEEP."
[Feel free to leave Green a voice message or a text message here, with date and time.]
BEEP."
[Feel free to leave Green a voice message or a text message here, with date and time.]
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But there would always be something different. And Green would always know that he had caused it.
"How are you feeling?" he checked in again.
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"... Much better," she admitted. There was still a weird, fluttery feeling in her person, but it was nothing completely awful. The important part was that it was easier for her to breathe. Blue would take bizarrely fluttery over painfully tight any day.
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"... Do you want me to stay on the phone some more? We don't even have to talk."
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"... All right."
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If nothing else, she knew she could still talk to him. That was enough reason to not regret bothering him so late and for so long. She was still confused though about her own feelings and what she should do. That was still going to take some time, much to her own chagrin. But maybe it'd get easier.
For now she just kept breathing. In. Out. Slow and steady. His was there too. Out and in. A gentle lull. Eventually, finally, her own breathing fell out of sync with his as it slipped into the deeper breaths of sleep.