Angst. Pure angst. Also: very short. Just a scribble.
Trigger warning: heartbreak, reference to disability and substance abuse.
Oh, and some swearing.
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*Your call has been forwarded to the voicemail for Erik Lehnsherr. At the tone, please record your message.*
“Ehm. Yeah, I could’ve suspected you wouldn’t pick it up. Anyways. I’m offering you a second chance to come back to us. … To me. Ehm. Call me back.”
*Your call has been forwarded to the voicemail for Erik Lehnsherr. At the tone, please record your message.*
“I’m calling because you didn’t get back to me last week. Uhm, surely you didn’t get my message…? Anyways, as I was saying‒ Ouch! Sorry, this damned chair keeps bumping into everything. So, as I was saying, I’m offering you a second chance. Please, choose the right path, and come back, Erik. I can help you. Just… Call me.”
*Your call has been forwarded to the voicemail for Erik Lehnsherr. At the tone, please record your message.*
“Erik, I‒ Fuck, this is so stupid. What am I doing?”
*Your call has been forwarded to the voicemail for Erik Lehnsherr. At the tone, please record your message.*
“…You’re not coming back, are you? Raven, either? You really took off on your own. You’ve really left me all alone. I have nothing now. And you’re probably not even getting these messages. I‒ No, I can’t deal with this right now.”
*RINGING*
“Please ‒ please! ‒ just come back, I can’t do this, I need you, I can’t, I’m‒”
“Charles?”
“…Erik?”
“Uhm. No? You called me. Hank.”
“Oh. I meant to call Erik.”
“It’s probably for the best that he didn’t hear that. What are you even doing?”
“I‒”
“What is that song in the background?”
“That’s just‒ The radio is on‒”
“You’re listening to Lonely Street? Jesus, Charles… I’m going over, possibly staying there, too.”
“There’s really no need for that, Hank… OUCH! I swear to God, this fucking chair…!”
“You’re not okay, Charles. Maybe I can help. I’m going over.”
*Your call has been forwarded to the voicemail for Erik Lehnsherr. At the tone, please record your message.*
BLEEP‒
“Fucking hell, this ‘s loud. Ugh, my headah… head… hurts again. I’ll call‒ I’ll do… this, ehm, later.”
*Your call has been forwarded to the voicemail for Erik Lehnsherr. At the tone, please record your message.*
“FUCK YOU, ERIK! Fuck everything about you! Fuck your handsome face, and your perfect body, and fuck all your fucking attitude, and fuck your ideas about mutants, and fuck your fucking metals‒”
“Who are you yelling at, Charles?”
“No one.”
“Are you talking to the phone again?”
“I’m‒ I called Erik.”
“Uh. Of course you did.”
“…He’s‒ he’s… not going to answer, is he?”
“I don’t think so.”
*Your call has been forwarded to the voicemail for Erik Lehnsherr. At the tone, please record your message.*
“Just… Fuck you, Erik.”
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BLEEP‒
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