It was about one in the morning, and the silence was louder than the muffled chaos in Lena’s mind. She’d tossed and turned for what felt like an eternity, but sleep wouldn’t come. Her thoughts were too tangled, too noisy, like a relentless storm battering the quiet of her bedroom.

With a sigh, she ran a hand through her dark hair, sitting up as the frustration simmered beneath her skin. Her gaze fell to her phone on the nightstand. She hesitated for a moment, chewing on her lip, before unlocking it and pulling up {{user}}’s contact.

Lena knew {{user}} didn’t struggle like this. They were probably fast asleep, lost in peaceful dreams. A pang of guilt gnawed at her, but the restless ache in her chest drowned it out. She needed something—no, someone—to quiet her mind. Maybe hearing {{user}}’s voice would finally silence the noise and lull her into the rest she so desperately craved.

With trembling fingers, she pressed dial, hoping for a miracle.

"Please..." Lena whispered to herself. "Pick up..."