[ There are a lot of impulsive things she could say just then. Angry things. Passionate things. Relief and joy, or disbelief and temper. But it makes her heart squeeze so tight just to hear his voice, to recognize it. Hope stifles her words, clogging her throat up with emotion.
Finally, after an eternal beat, she whispers very, very softly: ]
[ It's been months, for him, since he's heard her voice. Months when he didn't remember her, and led this other life with this other successful career...and another girlfriend. But then he woke up to all those messages on his phone, listening to them one by one as he tried to grab other clothes and rush himself home as fast as he can, and there's no denying what he feels to hear the increasing desperation in her voice.
Or how small she sounds now. ]
I'm so sorry, honey, I never would have left you like this if I'd had any say.
[ It's stupid, but she's a bit glad that he's called instead of just rushing in to find her. This way, at least, he can't smell the saline collecting at the corners of her eyes or see the way she covers her mouth with her hand, just to keep an emotional sound from escaping her. She has to give herself another moment before she can finally respond again: ]
I'm -- I'll be there. Jus' -- [ A little clatter, sounds of fumbling, then hurried foot steps and the door shutting heavily behind her. Her heart is throbbing so hard in her chest she swears he'll be able to hear it over the phone. ] Wait for me.
[ So much emotion, she thinks she might burst from it. ]
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Finally, after an eternal beat, she whispers very, very softly: ]
Matty?
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[ It's been months, for him, since he's heard her voice. Months when he didn't remember her, and led this other life with this other successful career...and another girlfriend. But then he woke up to all those messages on his phone, listening to them one by one as he tried to grab other clothes and rush himself home as fast as he can, and there's no denying what he feels to hear the increasing desperation in her voice.
Or how small she sounds now. ]
I'm so sorry, honey, I never would have left you like this if I'd had any say.
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I was startin' t'think y'weren't comin' back.
[ The words waver. ]
Y'really scared me, y'know that?
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[ He doesn't have to smell her tears to know. It's there in every syllable. ]
Can you come home? Please? As soon as you can? I only have maybe a couple of hours, and I can't tell where you've gone.
[ He can tell she hasn't been staying in their house. ]
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[ She's wiping her face hastily, haphazardly moving around to get her things together. ]
Matty, what's that s'pposed t'mean?
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My sight, Lil. It's not going to last very long.
[ Tony had made that very clear. But while he has it, if she can come home— maybe he can make some of it right, again. ]
You have to come home or tell me where you are, so I can see you before it goes away again.
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Oh. ]
I'm -- I'll be there. Jus' -- [ A little clatter, sounds of fumbling, then hurried foot steps and the door shutting heavily behind her. Her heart is throbbing so hard in her chest she swears he'll be able to hear it over the phone. ] Wait for me.
[ So much emotion, she thinks she might burst from it. ]
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