Part: One of Three
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Dedi: Jin, Lesley and Tracy
“Matt?” James’ voice echoed softly through the house, the tapes on the answer-phone were whirring; the curtains were rustling in the breeze, the TV was blaring – it’s meaningless messages and ethics slapping against the walls. The only thing that showed no signs of life within the house as its occupant.
Matt was sat on the sofa, hardly even breathing, staring at a spot on the wall, not listening to the TV and trying to block James out. How could he have been such an idiot?!
“Matt!!” James’ voice was more insistent now and it began to chant “Matt! Matt! Matt! Matt! Matt! MATT!!!” over and over until Matt could stand no more and he picked up the phone. “Right…Matt just listen to me, please! Let me talk to you…I need to see you…let me…oh no...” he cut himself off, reading Matt’s mind, “…don’t you dare hang up this phone Mathew James Willis…” but too late, the dial code sprung up from the other end of the phone. Sighing, James put his phone down and lay on the bed in Charlie’s spare-room, covering his face with his hands as saline gently began to slide down his cheeks.
Simultaneously, in their house in London, Matt unplugged the phone and threw it against the wall before sliding down it, his body shaking with the force of his sobs.