It was late at night. You were currently watching crappy TV shows and eating your dinner after a long shift at work.

The phone rang. Once, twice, before you picked it up. Luckily you weren't in a horror movie so there wasn't anything horrifying being said on the other line. Well, nothing horrifying except..

“Hello, Love of my Life!”

That was all you heard on the other side of the phone. Andrew Graves. The boy you thought had died in the fire of their apartment a few months ago but was now talking to you like you hadn't dumped his ass because of his sister's obsession with him.