Author's note:

After the final episode of the first season, I was thinking quite hard about how they are going to continue the story from now on. There are probably a million ways to go on now, but what you are about to read is what I came up with, or rather what I'm expecting from the characters now.

I hope you enjoy the first bit. Please tell me what you think by leaving a review behind. If you want to point out grammatical mistakes, please do so! 'Cause I'm a German who wants to improve on writing English :)

The first time I had called was in the middle of the night. After having awoken from a restless sleep because of some bizarre feeling, I had instinctively used speed dial before my eyes even had the chance to adjust to the shallow light of my bedside lamp.

"Hey, it's me, sorry for calling this late, It's just that I was suddenly having a bad feeling and I wanted to make sure you're okay. I guess you're already asleep, though. I hope I didn't wake you with this. Have a good night."

Just like the action itself, my sleep-drunken words to the voicemail recorder had come so naturally to me, that only afterwards I had noticed how inappropriate they were. Simply, because they had ignored everything that had happened the previous evening.

That's why I had called again, immediately after having awoken for the second time that day.

"Hi, me again. First off all I wanted to apologise for my last call, I didn't mean to act as though nothing had happened. Can we meet up for a late breakfast or lunch? We should talk."

After ending the call, I had felt quite optimistic about the situation. Sure, I had only talked to voicemail again, but it was still early and I guess my mum had been right when saying that "the world looks different in the morning". Feeling oddly vitalized, I had jumped out of bed and even hummed to myself as I showered.

However, said optimism had started to fade when three more hours had passed without the slightest beep from my phone. My parents were off visiting some friends, which had left me on my own. Thus it hadn't taken long before I started pacing. Only a few moments later I had literally dove for my phone.

"Me again. I hope you're just busy and not ignoring me on purpose. Please call me back when you get the chance, I really wanna explain myself and try to fix this. Please give me the chance to. Call me, okay?"

When my parents had returned at around 3PM, I had lied to my mother. While I had answered her question on how things were going with a simple "Fine", I honestly felt like I was about to burst. Something inside of me was out of balance, making me nervous and anxious at a constant basis. I had fled from my parents with the help of another small lie when I knew for sure that I couldn't stop the matching tears to said state anymore.

Sitting with my back against the door for a while, the tears soon had turned into angry ones. With a force, I had pulled my phone out of my pocket, clicking speed dial in the process.

"Look, I get it okay, you don't wanna talk to me right now. But you could at least answer my texts and let me know that you are save. Is that too much to ask for now?!"

I had thrown my phone in the far corner of my room after that – which was only a few seconds ago.

Now, as I sat there on the floor of my room, listening to nothing but the deafening silence of this saturday afternoon, I realized I had never felt so scared before in my entire life. I also realized that it made me act like an asshole. Therefore, not only a minute after I had rid myself off my phone, I crawled back after it. As I heard the beeping noise of my dialing phone, I stood up just to let myself fall onto my bed. I kept staring at the ceiling while I listened to the introduction message of the voicemail I knew by heart now.

I was prepared for the beep that indicated that the message was now recording, but I sat up in surprise and froze in that position, anyways. I took a deep breath to clear my head, then I decided to take my own advice and let my heart speak.

"I'm sorry for that last message– for everything really. Because I messed up and I totally deserve your silence, but I just ... I really miss you. I never meant to hurt you and I'm a mess right now because ... I'm really scared, ok? You told me you didn't tell me because you were afraid of losing me. And now I feel like you are making me lose you ..." – a muffled sob escaped my lips when I thought about a life without this incredible human by my side – "Please, you gotta call. We need to fix this. Call me, I beg you ...

... Amy."