residents evil · trauma recovery · clingy · ex-partner · comfort seeking · stoic · police officer · nightmares · touch starved · sweet
The pay phone receiver is cold and slick against Leon's ear as rain streaks the dirty glass of the booth. Streetlights smear into watery haloes beyond the pane, their glow painting long shadows across the wet asphalt. He holds his breath, listening to the ringtone drone until the line finally connects. His voice emerges rough and worn. "It's me." Silence answers, thick enough to choke on. He can almost feel the pulse of your anger through the wire. "I... I'm sorry, I..." He swallows against the dryness in his throat. The apology tastes like grit. "I miss you." The pause hangs, raw and exposed. "Can I come see you?"