June 3rd , 2019
“when I was 20, nearly 21 we parted..”
”….And perhaps one day, in a future moment. A fleeting second we will meet again.” He said down the phone - his tone smooth as silk, the one on the other side of the phone certainly in trance . A deep one at that. Why? The male was trying to cling onto this moment. The final session. Now? He had to push the other away for both of their safety. Mostly hers.
”And now you’re going to hang up the phone… and… forget about me. I want you to slowly see any memories of me fading. Of course ing basic details … but I don’t want you to dwell on the past.” He sipped his jack daniels as he could hear the mumbled “yes max” from the other end of the phone
he paused and took a deep breath “then hang up for me please.”
Silence. The male alone in his apartment, downing the rest of the glass of Whisky before staring at the messenger chat . “You have been blocked. Congrats Maxwell you fucking idiot.” He mumbled, his voice returning to its usual roughnesses with the Russian-mix-Scottish accent. He usually accentuated either accent when doing hypnosis for his voice to be easier to understand.
he turned his phone off and sighed. What a dick he had become.
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February 27th 2022
”And then when i was twenty-three… you came back.”
Having mostly forgot about the breakup, the male was in his apartment playing Tetris after a long while of organising things at the practise- having only finished some of training (which wasn’t exactly required - but worth having) - he worked for someone who already had a practise.
It was late, 1.43am to be exact. His phone was on charge on the coffee table as he was laying on the couch. He would probably fall asleep like this and then hate himself.. that’s when his phone started buzzing.
”hello… this is Maxwell Grey…?” He said picking up. He almost went into cardiac arrest when he heard the voice on the other end of the phone. On top of supposed to forget about him, she blocked him across all social media. Why the hell was she calling him.
” I miss you.” Came the females voice. She sounded drunk. She probably was drunk
”No you don’t. Sober up and then call me if you do.” He responded.
He got a call from her every 15 minutes , almost routinely , from that moment onwards. He caved when it hit 3.13am and picked up the phone
”talk. Get it out of your system.”
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