italics ~ elliot

sunday may 13th 7:42 am est

incoming call from ""

"hello?"

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"are you somewhere safe?"

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"alone?"

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"ok, go get a glass of water from the bathroom"

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"you have a kitchen in your hotel room? nevermind, ok, good."

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"what! are you ok!"

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"you remember what day we started talking?" her lips pulled into a smile.

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"it's ok, really. the thought is what counts, and the thought was sweet."

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"i'm not even going to ask."

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"oh my god please lay back down before you kill yourself."

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"fuck, are you ok?"

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"for what?"

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"carter, it's ok," she chuckled.

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"i promise."

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"it's really ok, don't worry about it. what's that noise?"

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"you don't have to do that, it's ok if you wake me up, i swear."

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"ok, fine, i'm sending one right now."

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"you know you're adorable when you're drunk?"

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"ok, drink your water and don't get up."

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"anytime."