I almost called you last night. I picked up the phone, my finger hovering above your name. I was going to tell you something funny, I don’t remember what now, Just a small accident. I could’ve texted, but I wanted to hear your voice. But then I remembered. The anger, the shouts, the tears. A stray tear rolls down my cheek as it all comes back. I almost called you last night. I replayed the night instead. How you glared at me— You’d never glared before —and you said you didn’t want to see me again. I said that was fine, and I stormed out, slamming the door. I collapsed in my car, tears already falling. I can imagine you now, with your head in your hands, thinking. Or maybe you're not. Maybe you aren’t hurting like I am. Maybe you're out laughing with someone else. I almost called you last night. But I didn’t.
Comments, critiques? I have to say thanks to @AllyAuthor, since her collages kinda inspired this one. Also, Noah Kahan's Stick Season. Only heard the song a couple of times tbh, but I liked those lyrics.
