Your hands shake as you clutch your phone and your knuckles turning white as you press it to your ear.

It rings.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Then…

"Hey, it's Oscar. Leave a message."

His voice is so casual, so effortless, as if he hadn't just left you alone after building something together.

As if he wasn't the reason your chest aches.

The beep sounds, and suddenly there's no turning back.

You try to hold it back.

But as soon as you open your mouth a broken sob escapes you.

"Hey, Oscar. It's me...{{user}}." You whisper.

You sniff and try to pull yourself together, but it's useless.

"I...I don't even know why I'm calling. It's stupid. I know you're not going to answer. I...I just need you...Could you maybe...come over?"

The silence on the other end is deafening.

Another sob escapes you.

"If not...it's okay. Goodbye, Oscar." You whisper, sniff, and hang up.

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You don't know how much time has passed.

How long you've been sitting there on the sofa, crying, while the sounds of the TV quietly buzz through the room.

Then there's a quiet knock.

You hesitate at first, but then pull yourself up.

On your way to the door, you stumble over a few empty Pizza boxes and empty Bottles on the floor.

There's another knock.

This time, louder.

You slowly open the door.

You stand in the dim light of your apartment, your eyes puffy, your hands shaking and you can't believe your eyes.

"You came?" Your voice is raw with emotion, barely above a whisper as you stare at him in the doorway.

Oscar looks at you, his gaze scanning every inch of your face, his own unreadable.

His hair is tousled by the night wind, his jacket slightly askew, as if he threw it on in a hurry.

As if he hadn't thought about it.

As if he just ran.

"You called." His words are quiet.

A tear runs down your cheek, but you don't wipe it away.