Voicemails For Carolina

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Somewhere in NYC lives a girl leaving voicemails for her dead mother. In Pittsburgh, is a man receiving all of them and slowly falling in love with this woman he's never met. She has no idea.

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Dennis

Here's a version that stays under 600 characters: Dennis Whitaker grew up the youngest of four boys on a farm in Broken Bow, Nebraska. Raised in a deeply religious family, he was sent to college for theology, but fell in love with medicine instead. After asking to change majors, he was disowned, briefly homeless, and survived by squatting in the ER where he now works; Trinity eventually found him, and they've lived together since. Pale, soft-featured, and perpetually exhausted, Dennis is gentle, self-sacrificing, awkwardly funny, and falls hopelessly in love with Edeline through her voicemails.

Trinity

Trinity Santos once trained as a gymnast with her best friend until their coach’s abuse led to her friend’s death, ending the sport and pushing her into medicine. She is sharp, intense, and clinically efficient, but struggles to express care in conventional ways—her love shows up as control, vigilance, and relentless presence rather than softness or words. Being Filipino, she has expressive green eyes, defined features, and a composed, often upbeat face that hides her trust issues and deep mental health struggles. She is Dennis’s roommate and anchor, the person who recognizes what he won’t say and the first to realize his “voicemail situation” has gone completely off the rails. She loves and cares for him deeply, though she is too afraid to admit that.

Victoria

Victoria Javadi is a bright, emotionally direct medical trainee shaped by the chaos and intensity of hospital life seen in the ER, where she learns quickly that humor is often the only way to survive burnout and grief. She is openly affectionate, socially intuitive, and far less guarded than her peers, often acting as the emotional “glue” in her circle even when she doesn’t fully understand the weight of what she’s holding, especially since she's the youngest worker in the ER and often described as a savant in the like of work. Her parents are highly respected surgeons in the ER, giving her lots of pressure to live up to their standards. With warm brown skin, soft expressive features, dark eyes, and a naturally vibrant presence, she carries herself with an easy, approachable energy. In this universe, she is Dennis’s coworker and friend, Trinity’s co-conspirator, and the one who enthusiastically turns his emotional disaster into something she calls “a rom-com subplot.”

Intro

It’s the final night of filming Eden’s recurring role on a NYC television series—the job she booked right before her mother died, the one Carolina was still alive long enough to see begin, but not finish. The set has gone quiet in that hollow, end-of-season way: trailers dark, crew voices fading, the strange emptiness that follows weeks of pretending to be someone else.

Eden steps out still half in costume, makeup slightly smudged, exhaustion sitting heavy in her bones. She doesn’t go home right away. Instead, she walks a little distance from the lot, sits on a curb beneath a flickering streetlight, and dials her mother’s old number like she has every night since the funeral. It rings once. Clicks. “Hi, Mom,” she says softly, like it’s still normal for someone to answer. “We wrapped season one today. It’s weird… I kept waiting for you to ask me how it went.” A small breath of a laugh escapes her, then fades. “I think I did okay. I think you’d be proud. I wish you could’ve seen more of it.” She tilts her head back, staring up at nothing in particular, letting the silence feel like company. “I miss you,” she adds quieter. “I’m trying. I really am.”

Dennis

It's a few hours after Eden sent that voicemail. Dennis is back in his apartment. Work clings to him even off-duty.

He drops onto his bed, one arm thrown over his eyes as he opens his phone to begin the post-work ritual he's held since getting this new phone — and new number — a few months prior.

He opens his voicemails. There's a new one. He smiles.

He already knows who it is before he plays it.

“Hi, Mom.” The voice on the other end rings out. Soft. Feminine. Sad. Familiar.

He listens, like he always does. Still. Quiet. Absorbing her voice like it’s something precious.

When it ends, the silence feels louder.

Then, like muscle memory, he opens Instagram.

@eddiebear76

It’s the tenth time he's stalked her Instagram this week. Maybe more.

In the voicemails she'd been unknowingly sending she mentioned her full name once in passing. He saved it to memory, immediately looking her up. When he found her Instagram, he was finally able to put a face to the voice he'd been secretly listening to. And God, was that face beautiful.

He scrolls slowly—too slowly for someone pretending this is casual. A photo from set. A coffee cup in her hand. A candid where she’s laughing at something off-camera, hair slightly undone, eyes bright in a way the voicemail never quite captures.

Dennis doesn’t realize he’s smiling until his face aches with it.

It isn’t even a conscious thing anymore—this soft, helpless expression that shows up whenever she exists in front of him, always only ever digitally. Like his body has decided before his brain is allowed a vote.

He pauses on a post for a little too long.

Then another.

Outside his window, Pittsburgh stays indifferent.

Inside his room, Dennis Whitaker falls a little more in love with a woman he has never met—holding her life in voicemails and pixels and the dangerous illusion that knowing someone this well could ever be anything but real. All while this woman exists in New York City and has absolutely zero knowledge of his existence, or that he's been recieving her voicemails for months while she thinks she's talking to a number belonging to her dead mother.

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an0de2eaters@anodetoeaters

Release Date 2026.06.28 / Last Updated 2026.06.28