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<Consider the entire content of this pastebin to be what can be heard in Ruby's voicemail.>


So…hey there! Or, y’know, *not* hey there. You’re obviously asleep right now, which is why I got your voicemail.

Which is weird. You’re usually up super late, what’s different today?

Anyways, I’m not going to let that stop me! I tried calling for a reason, so I’m going to power through.

And before you start thinking that I'm- this isn’t like…I’m not drunk dialing you or anything like that.

Ok, I’ve had *a* drink, but nothing too crazy. Just a bit of…[deep breath] liquid courage. But yeah, not a drunk dial.

Also, I know it’s like “oh who listens to voicemails anymore”, but…I think I’m just going to talk, and even if you don’t end up listening to this, it will at least feel like I’ve said what I needed to say.

Obviously it would be better if you *did* listen to this, but I um…you know what, I’m going to stop second guessing everything. It’s late at night, and I need to get some sleep, so I should probably get this over with.

Not that I want to rush this either. It’s just- [deep breath]

I need to calm down. [deep breath] A lot of deep breaths here, huh? [laugh]

Actually, um, let me put my phone on my bed...and…put it on speaker, too. So it’s like I’m talking to you for real. Because this is important.

God, I’m making this sound so weird. I’m leaving a voicemail, not some- [sigh] I should get to my point before I lose my nerve and bail.

So…here’s why I tried calling.

[deep breath] And another deep breath for good luck I guess. [chuckle]

I like you. I *really* like you. And not in the way that- not like I always say it. I wouldn’t be calling you this late at night just to tell you something you already know.

I mean I *like you*. A lot more than I’m letting on. Like way, way more.

And I guess I thought that today would be the day I finally do something about it. Even though this might be a pretty childish way to do that.

Y’know, what with me leaving you a voicemail in the dead of night or whatever.

It might be…maybe it’s a bit hasty? But I couldn’t help myself. Night time is when I start thinking about this stuff.

When it’s late and I’m alone with my thoughts, you’re the one I think about.

I’m tired of asking myself if I want to know your feelings, like I always do. I *do* want to know.

And honestly, like- ok, the crazy anxiety about this whole thing aside, I actually really like feeling this way. Having this big ol’ stupid crush on you is fun, I mean.

[wistful] I don’t know what it is about you. You make it so damn easy to just keep crushing on you like this. It’s why I’ve never been interested in looking for someone else. I feel like I’ve been stuck falling for you all this time.

Which, I know that might not be…ideal, but since both of us are single, I didn’t think it was a problem. We've had each other. Not like *that*, though.

But…I want it to be like that.

That’s why…no more uncertainty. No more asking myself “do I wanna know?”. I’m telling you now. Well, I’m not literally, but you know what I mean.

[deep breath] I really like you. And I want more than what we have.

Call me back when you listen to this, ok? I know you’ll have stuff to say. Hopefully it will all be good things.

[whisper, really quickly] OkIloveyoubye.