that voicemail thing please
your character has passed away, and my character is having trouble coping, so they keep calling your muse’s old cellphone. send me ◘ for the last voicemail my character left.
November 2th, 2014.
Her eyes were peering over at the television screen on early morning on Sunday, something along the lines of how a well-known idol was rushed to the hospital and she felt the need to check in on it. Her phone was vibrating inside of the pocket, instinctively picking up to answer it once her finger presses down on the side button. "Hello?" The woman says, a brow raised as her feet was tapping down anxiously on the ground only to have the cellular drop steadily as the screen slightly breaks on the floor.
"Naeun? Naeun? Your twin she's in the hospital. Hello? Are you there?" Her monochrome irises were gazing at the screen, hearing her name from the speakers but it wasn't about her. It's about the closest twin she has to her heart and suddenly she immediately runs out towards the door towards that designated area to see what happened or if someone was up to this.
"Miss, you can't go there."
"I'm so sorry, you can wait in the waiting room."
The nurses informed, pulling her back and away from the door and her arm extends out towards the glass doors once they were opened automatically. Her heart is racing rapidly, hitting against the rib cage and it's impossible to suddenly breathe now. Her twin was being rushed to the emergency room and she's mumbling words to the older woman telling her that she couldn't. Tears, they're dripping down her jawline and she stands up properly, apologizing for how foolish she was acting but they understand, respect Naeun for it even -- for caring.
—— ✗
There's a candle being lit near by on her desk, the aroma of lavender fills her lungs only to exhale the fragrance. It's been two weeks since her twin passed away; unable to cope with everything she had to excuse herself out of class and work to relax. There's color being spreaded upon her canvas, the strands of hair that she created; hues of black to chestnut brown. She's staring at herself, not on the mirror but on this painting she finally finished and she felt a small smile appearing.
"From Nae." She says under her breath, reaching over for the pen to press down on the top to take notice of the tip. Holding onto her phone once again to rest it on the ear, thankfully she had it fixed from an old friend. Though that's not the point right now.
"I created a painting of you. Even if it looks like me, but you were always the more beautiful one. Not because of the fame and fortune because you were so pure. Everyone loved that." She said, her voice soft as she writes down a couple of notes to her friend's mother because it's a portrait she wanted to create as a gift for the other's family. "Missed you. Thought about you. Cried even. I hate it. I hate how I couldn't do a lot for you, as a friend. Twin sister too."
--- beep.
"Because you know, despite us looking similar. We're different and if someone was supposed to die, Naeun it should have been me." She had to pause entirely, realizing the voicemail was cut to a short and her hand drops to her side. Shorts dampening due to the soft sobs that emits out because she couldn't handle it right now, just time. That's all she needs right now.
