(a/n: i'm sorry it's been like two weeks lol,, i'm a good student sometimes-- ALSO this is a basic whatever-you-write-shows-up-on-their-body type thing. more up today or tomorrow!)

"six years, alana! six years! i was eleven! fucking eleven!", jared whines into the phone. "and it was only one word, one fucking word, 'goodbye'! not a 'i'm sorry', not a 'i-i', fuck!", he sobs, and alana is silent on the other end, not sure what to say.
finally, after a few seconds, she breaks the silence, with a deep breath.
"jared. he might just be scared, y'know? just a bit, uh, nervous? i know i certainly was, but i couldn't go a few days without doodling on them, and new we're in pretty much constant contact! how long has it been since you tried talking to them?"
"a-a few years?" jared says, between sniffles.
"ok, if you can, talk to them again? or at least try."
"al-alright. goodnight, alana. you're the best."
"i know."