Hey this is Charlie. Sorry I didn't get your call. Leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

A ragged, gut-wrenching sob.
Click.

Hey this is Charlie. Sorry I didn't get your call. Leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

Silence.
Redial.

Hey this is Charlie. Sorry I didn't get your call. Leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

"God, Charlie..."
Silence.
"I can't do this."
Quietly: "I miss you."
Click.

Hey this is Charlie. Sorry I didn't get your call. Leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

"Your funeral was today."
He's crying again. The ugly kind that you can't stop. The kind with raw, itchy eyes and snot running down your nose.
He laughs. "They put you in a suit... I guess you were right when you told Lily at prom that the only time you'd ever be seen in one was 'over your dead body'." Bitter and ugly and broken.
"The entire track team showed up. And Coach Macalester, and probably half the school."
"I cried. I promised myself I wouldn't, and I know you would've hated the whole thing, but..."
Sob.
"Why'd you do it, Charlie?"
"Why didn't you let me help?"
Click.

Hey this is Charlie. Sorry I didn't get your call. Leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

"I went back to school today. They held a moment of silence for you."
Reluctantly, because he knows Charlie wouldn't be happy: "They tried to send me to the counselor on account of how I tried to punch Scott Mcgee's face in. I knew you'd be mad at me, but he was saying all sorts of horrible things. It was slander, Charlie! Someone had to stand up for you."
Silence.
"Everyone looks at me funny. Like I'm sick. Like they know."
"The know it's all my fault."
"I'm sorry."
Click.

Hey this is Charlie. Sorry I didn't get your call. Leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

The world is crashing down around his ears and there's nothing he can do anymore.
"God. Charlie, I- I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I wish-"
He beats his head against the door. Punches the wall until the plaster cracks and his knuckles bleed.
"Why didn't I pick up the phone?! Why didn't I do something?! It's all my fault, Charlie. It's all my fault. I should've known. I should have answered. I..."
Broken. Jagged shards of glass in his throat.
"I loved you too, you stupid bastard."
Click.

James? God, James, pick up. Pick up you idiot!
I just... I really need to hear your voice. Just once more.
Please?
I can't- I can't do it anymore, James! I can't take it.
I know what they say about me. I know what they all think.
And I know you tried to protect me, but I heard all the rumors.
They called me all sorts of things, and I know you heard the stories. But you were too damned good, too perfect to believe any of it.
They were right, though. All the stories were true.
You were... the best friend I ever had, Jame. Please don't think any less of me for this.
I'm- I'm so sorry.
I love you, James Grey. And... and I always will.
... Goodbye.

Click.