I travelled for a while. It was long, and it was boring, but it took my mind off him.
He sent me a new video today.
He looked... messy. His hair was everywhere, his eyes red with crying and his beard messy and unkempt.
'I miss you. I want you here. I think I'm going insane.'
It was the fourth video, and he looked awful. His voice was hoarse and low.
I knew what I had to do- even if I didn't want to.
It was 2am, but I knew he would answer.
'Vik?' I said quietly into the phone.
'Simon, what the fuck do you want?'
'It's Jos-'
'You're killing him.' his voice was bitter and cold, filled with hate.
'I'm saving him.'
'No, you're not. He's broken.'
'Look after him.' I implored.
'He won't see anyone. You've fucked him over, Simon. You have to fix him.'
I hung up, slammed a fist against the wheel of my car. The noise from the horn caught the attention of a girl stood outside, who spun round.
'You alright?' she called through the window, with an odd accent.
'I don't really know where I am.' I admitted.
'I can fix that.' she grinned, pulling a folded up tourist map from her pocket.
'Hop in.'
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video message || minizerk || completed
Fanfictionit only gets more difficult to fix the ones you love when you are broken yourself.