brazilsquad-imagines

brazilsquad-imagines:

"David…" I whisper as my voice trails off, holding the phone to my ear. "Come home, pick up the phone please…"
With that I hang up and push the phone across the table. It’s been almost eight hours and it’s knocking on two in the morning, David still hasn’t come home.. Why? I don’t know, I’m…

So sad😢