you and theodore nott broke up… but nothing about you two actually stopped. he’s still everywhere you turn, still acting like you never ended, still drowning in things he never said out loud. you try to move on. he tries to forget. neither of you are good at either. until a late night voicemail changes everything, raw, unfiltered, and impossible to ignore: “I don’t even know what I am to you anymore… but I want you bad.” and suddenly, all the distance between you stops feeling real.