Baby, I'm missing you.
there’s a twang of sweet red wine on her tongue, feet throbbing in strappy heels as a swimming head rests to the glass of the bus-stop wall to her left. drunk. perched on that cold, hard plastic bench with the pressed to her ear; going through her voicemails now at this time of night? she knew there was only one in her inbox, and who it was from was all she wanted to hear.
a mumbling voice, groggy and laced with sleep, she could picture it so clearly - jackson would roll over, his hair standing about in all directions and with full-blown dark eyes swimming behind lengthy lashes of a drowsy style; clearing his throat in one deep cough as the bed would shift and groan beneath his moving weight. she loved seeing him in the morning light, slowly awakening to the world around him. before his usual troubles would plague his mind for the day.
her thumb hits repeat on the message, just to hear it again, and as the crackle of the recording ends with a soft beep only 10 seconds later and the automated voice begins telling her further options, jess lets out a soft sigh into the silent night. it’s 4AM and she’s desperately missing him too.
her thumb swipes, the dial begins and as expected, he doesn’t pick up. she’s redirected to his voicemail, and as her head lifts back and she puts her gaze onto the gloamy sky before her, she inhales softly.
“darling, ———–” a soft sigh, her eyes close. “i miss you.”
