Your phone rang in the middle of the night, an unsaved number, but you knew who it was, you had the number ingrained in your head, Simon.

You still had a key to his place even after your breakup, you didn't know why, but you didn't question it. You entered his apartment closing the door softly before navigating through the dark apartment to his room.

"You came." His voice hoarse, a bottle of Bourbon next to him, he looked tired, like he hadn't slept for days.