“Oh, uhhh, hi! I was just calling to see if you were doing alright. I was going to ask about school. I’m sure school’s great. All good? haha. Yeah. Well, just, whenever you can listen to this, feel free to call me back. Bye now!”

“Heyyy it is unfortunately! me again. It’s been a while. Are your wings alright? If you can’t pick up, you can tell Jerry to call me back. I have his phone on my contacts so I won’t freak out if he calls. Probably. Hey, by the way, I got some uh… new flower pots if you want to come over sometime. It’s only, like, a six hour flight, right? I bought the fruits you like! Yupp, very fancy stuff. So just uhh… call me back when you can, alright? Bye bye!”

“Hii! It’s me! You know I love being annoying with calls. You’re probably very busy, and that’s completely fine. You can send me a quick text too, just a “hey I’m alright” and I will pinky promise shut up for a month. Or more! if you ask me. Uh… I was a little worried. I get a little worried with these, sometimes, you know. I feel very far away, and you’re off doing your own thing in some garden somewhere. That’s just a me thing. Actually, I’m really sorry for all the voicemails. I’ll stop haha. Ok. Bye!”

“Hey! Uh… I called Jerry, he said he hadn’t seen you in a bit. I asked him to pop by and see if he could get you anything. If you’re sick, I can get a flight right now. Yup! Right now. They’re getting pretty expensive, these Christmas flights, but I’d rather pay a fortune than have you coughing up god knows what on your own, you know. Blood? Hopefully not blood. If you cough up blood you should go to the doctor right away. Obviously I’m being paranoid. It’s been a few months now, right? I’m sure that wing is alright now. Anyway, take care, please!”

“Hey, I hope this isn’t too intrusive. I was looking online and it said the average lifespan of a peacock butterfly is… like, 10 months or something. You’re feeling alright, no? You’re on what, your sixth month now? Look, if you ever need anything, you can just call. You know that, right? […] It’s like, um, I mean it took me like five seconds. Just, whenever you’re free. Sorry.”

“[…] […] H- fuck. […] Hey. Look I need you to tell me something. I, um, I’m a little worried. I’m far away and I can never really get ahold of you. A-“

“Fuck. Sorry, I hung up on accident. You need to call me soon. Jerry said he couldn’t find you anywhere. I’m really worried. I’m sorry. It’s been… uh… what, seven months now? I miss you, a little. You’re still fine, right? I was thinking about the ten months. Ten months is nothing. […] Fuck, ok, bye. No, WAIT, call me! Please! Ok? Anything! Or like, a text. Just a text.”

“[…] […] Hey. I, um… […] I don’t know why I’m sending this one. Jerry told me that was it, um, for you. That your ten months were up before I sent you my first voicemail. […] I, uh… I didn’t sleep yesterday. I could’ve done something, if I was there. […] And FUCK YOU! Ok? Oh my GOD! […] YOU COULD’VE TOLD ME, RIGHT? THAT YOU WERE DYING? Y- You said your WING WAS BROKEN? Fuck. […] Y- […] You never said anything to me. Why didn’t you say anything? What were you thinking when you died? Why didn’t you call me? To say goodbye, maybe? Fucking… ANYTHING? Oh m- […] holy fuck. […] Please c- call me… call me back, right? […]”

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“It’s… uh… It’s been a month, now. It took a lot of willpower to turn my phone off every night. I don’t know why, but I still think of you sometimes. I saw a peacock the other day. The real thing. I think you would’ve found it funny. […] Do you, uh… remember that time we were watching horror movies? It was something to do with cats and… […] I can’t really remember now. Maybe I’m dying, too. I’m trying to move on. Same thing. I’ll call you back.”

“[…] […] Uh… hey […] It’s been a while now, no? I, uhh… I was thinking, I hope that, uhh […] That you weren’t too sad, when you were dying, right? I’m doing better now. I’ve got a little house. I’m married now, I bet you weren’t expecting that one… […] I stopped calling Jerry. I don’t really care. Uh. About Jerry that much. I really just call you nowadays. […] I… uh… _fuck. I hope you’re doing better now.”