Voicemail for Bethany

Somewhere in the background, a Foreigner song plays while he listens to her recorded greeting.

'You're as cold as ice, you're willing to sacrifice our love
You never take advice, someday you'll pay the price, I know
I've seen it before, it happens all the time
You're closing the door, you leave the world behind
You're digging for gold, you're throwing away
A fortune in feelings, but someday you'll pay!'

When the beep sounds, Darian sits up straighter on his couch, where he's huddled with a Pabst Blue Ribbon beer

"Beth, it's me. I j-- I can't stop thinking about the last time we talked. I thought everything was fine, but I haven't heard from you in days, so I've been replaying it in my head over and over. Did I say something wrong?"

*pause*

"I really need to hear your voice, Beth, I haven't slept well in days. I've been wearing one of your t-shirts."

*muffled sound*

"It still smells like you. Call me."