I was watching sad commercials and this is the byproduct
Ringing cuts through the air. It's a phone, vibrating in place on the bedside table on which it rests. There is no movement from the man on the bed. The ringing stops as the voicemail plays.
You've reached the phone of Lovino Vargas. Congrats. You know the drill- message after the beep.
There's a soft click.
Fratello! It's Feli, but you knew that, right? I just wanted to call you because we haven't talked in a while, but I guess you're busy right now! Or did you lose your phone? It's probably that because I talked to Toni earlier too and he said you hadn't been answering so anyway I'll stop by later okay? Anyway, I meant to drop off the things you left last time you were over. Stay safe, okay? And remember to take your medicine. Okay bye Lovi!
The only sound is the blood trailing off his fingertips and onto the cold metal of the gun on the floor.
Sometimes, even I don't have answers. This goes into the folder of Things I Should Not Publish But I Do Anyway Because I Am An Attention Whore.