♚ : for a confessing voicemail
“i’m going to be real with you one time and this is it. i’m tired of trying, dom. i’ve been trying soo hard. i don’t want to be sad about you anymore. i can’t be sad over you anyore.” micaela inhales deeply as she begins to speak. “i don’t deserve– no you don’t deserve me. the fact that i’ve been waiting around for you to come to your senses and see that all these stupid hookups and me spilling drinks on your dates are an attempt to get you to notice me– but you don’t. you don’t care. so i’m tired and i’m over it, this is it. i’m done. the fighting, you telling me over and over again that i need to get over you, it’s over. goodbye, dominic.”
☆ : for a drunken voicemail
"dommy baaaaby, hi. i’m just calling to say.” she pauses for a moment to hiccup. “that you may be the worst man i’ve ever met. honestly? i should hate you. i do hate you. but i don’t? i don’t understand at all.” the brunette whines. why aren’t you out tonight? i thought you were going to be at this party? honestly the only reason i showed up.” the brunette trails off, glancing up to the crowd which surrounds her. “anyways, you are the woooorst. niiight.”