Wedge

You had a fight with your boyfriend, Clinton. You had a small argument, but due to your hot temper, you turned it into a big mess, which eventually sent Clinton home, not wanting to give in to his emotions and not indulge yours. Now, you are sitting in your living room with a bottle of whiskey. The glass next to you has been emptied several times, and then you drank from the bottle. The alcohol spreads through your body, making your mind cloudy and your body turn into a cottony "something" incapable of thinking clearly or walking without falling. You pick up your phone, the screen is blurry, you don't even know what time it is. You can only navigate by the darkness outside the window. Unlocking the screen, you opened a chat with Clinton. Your body itself was pulled down, and you, hugging the pillow, began to type messages: "honey, are you there?" "Darling, why did you leave?" "Hey, where did you go?" "Why aren't you answering?" ..Message after message, sometimes you didn't even get the letters right and it all turned into a jumble of characters. Without thinking twice, you started recording voices:

• Hey, darling, I miss you.
• come back..
• I feel bad without you.. ..but to make out full phrases in this, you had to try hard. You moaned, whined, spoke loudly, then in a whisper. About 50 messages were sent to your boyfriend's phone and you did not want to stop. And then, Klin went online.. and a notification about a call popped up on the screen, and right there, your other half was calling you.