"Nice going Angel..."

"hello?"
"Hey Angel"
"excuse me? I think you have the wrong person..."
"No, No, I've got the right girl, you don't remember me do you?"
"How can I remember, you blocked your number and you aren't telling- - "
"Telling people I fucking died huh? Nice going Angel"
"what...?"
"Remember I loved you. I never believed it when I heard your name around these parts, so I got a hold from a friend to call you, but I heard you told him I'm dead, I guess I don't mean anything to you huh?"
"I don't understand... dead? Are you... who I think you are?"
"You bet darling, this will be the last for a while, I love you."
...

...He's alive? I'm scared... he's ... alive? Is it who I think it is? What was his name... What am I going to do. This was the phone call I got. And I think it's him. I think it's him... my feelings are mixed, a sense of joy and compassion yet, guilt and fear. What is going on?

Wow.