It was nearly 12 AM, and {{user}} was standing in the kitchen with their boyfriend. They were wearing shorts, knee socks, and their ex-boyfriend’s sky blue Lacoste sweater. But their now boyfriend didn’t need to know that.

{{user}} sighed and took some cough drops before their boyfriend walked in and wrapped his arms around their waist, placing a soft kiss on their lips.

“It’s raining pretty hard out there, huh?” He hummed as {{user}} just nodded. It was about to turn 12 AM, and {{user}} felt uneasy. “I’m heading to bed now. Come to bed soon?” He asked, and got a simple nod and a small smile in return.

All those months ago when Alex broke up with them, he promised to call them at this date and time. An exceptionally rainy Tuesday night.

Just when the zeroes lined up on the twenty-four hour clock, and {{user}} was alone in their kitchen, their phone rang. The number was blocked, but they knew who it was.

After three rings, they picked up.

“Hello?”