Tenna took the wide-ruled page in his hands. The words on the page were written in unfamiliar, scratchy handwriting, with every letter taking up two lines. Yet, it seemed that great time and effort was taken to make each penstroke.
Not "Trash Heap".
Not "Boob Tube".
Not even "Ant".
THESE DAYS HAVE BEN GOOD. I FEEL CLEAN AND CARED 4.
Tenna's hands relaxed around the paper, leaving tiny creases at the edges. The only thing that stopped him from letting it slip from his fingers was the next sentence.
IT HAS BEN A LONG TIME sINCE.
An incomplete sentence, but its intention was clear. It had been a long time since…
Tenna didn't have to play pretend.
The days had been good.
And everything felt so real.
I'LL NEVER FORGET HOW YOU #!$%ED ME OVER !! !!
His hands trembled. How could he ever forget? He'd never completely wash the ink off his hands. The contract and the phone would always be burned into his memories.
He could never rewind time or rewrite the script…
BUT I THINK MAYBE I WASN'T ALONE IN THE HURT, EVEN THOUGH I WAS ALONE .
Every day over the past ten years, he couldn't stop replaying how the Big Shot standing in front of him ran away, and—
Abandoned their dreams.
Abandoned their future.
Abandoned him.
But they were both hurt. Both alone. Both thrown away.
He never wanted the curtain to drop on their glory days. But now…
SINSE WE MET AGAIN, IVE SLEPT WARM, ATE WELL, BATHED CONSISENTLY….. THEN U INVITED ME IN AND NoW WE PLAY ALL THE TIME AND EAT AND I HAVE CLOTHES… YOU R THINKIN OF ME OFTEN AND I AM HAPPY.
Now was the start of a brand new act together. One that made him happy simply because his Big Shot was here again, sharing all those precious moments with him.
And he never wanted it to end.
ITS ALMOST LIKE HOME….I NEVER WANT TO GO BACK!
I WANT 2 SEE YOU, AND HEAR U, AND DRAW WITH U AND EAT WITH U. I WANT 2 WATCH HER WITH U. I WANT 2 LIVE WITH YOU.
Home was here, where they could see each other, hear each other, draw together, eat together, watch their little darling together… And live together.
How long had it been since he truly felt safe at home?
I THINK I WANT TO KNOWYOU AGAIN, BECUS MAYB I STILL LOVE TV
Tenna's shoulders dropped. His screen blinked. The words read…sincere.
He read the sentence again. And again. And again.
His chest ached. Something within his heart thawed after being frozen for a very long time. This looked so familiar. This meant so much. This felt…hopeful.
LO
SIN
D
-♡,SPAMMY @realspamtongspamton
Not "Spamton".
Not "Spam".
Static pricked in his throat. What a lovely note. Every word was written like it mattered. It didn't sound quite like the same man who managed Big Shot Autos and sponsored TV Time back then, but…
This was that same man. No doubt about it. Even though so much about him changed after the contract… Some things would simply never change.
Tenna thought his ending had been written long ago, and Spamton had chosen not to be a part of it. Little did he know, that wasn't the final act of their story. Far from it.
PS,
YOU DONT HAVE 2 HATE YOURSELF. I CAN DO THAT 4 U
That did it.
Static overtook Tenna's entire screen, but he felt no need to cover it up this time.
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