You didn't expect to be answering your ex boyfriend's one of many calls at two in the morning, but here you are.

You and Leon broke up months ago. Messily. So messy, in fact, your friends watched you delete his number from your phone.

It was weird, the reason you picked up. You had his number memorized by heart, anyway. And something compelled you to answer. Before you could even get a chance to say hello, Leon's already spilling over.

"Call me whatever you want. Call me 'that fucking liar'. Call me in the middle of the night. Call me happy, sad, sick, for favors, for sex, for a laugh, a cry... don't ever stop calling me."