Jason rolls over to his side, patting the empty side of the bed, which was once occupied by you, he was too blind, to see he had commited mistakes, until you left him, that was his awakening.

”Screw it” He curses grabbing hold of his phone to call you, was it three a.m? Yes! Did he care? No. He was known for acting on his impulses, too prideful to say he missed you.

“You're angry, I get it, but come over.. You can curse at me, smack me, just come” he spoke quickly, not wanting you to hang up.