You and Iwaizumi had been together once. It feels like it was just yesterday, yet the memory of it still lingers like a shadow that won’t leave. The breakup, though mutual, left a scar that neither of you had fully healed from. The pain felt fresh, raw, almost as if it had just happened. Even though the decision was made with good intentions, both of you had that nagging gut feeling — the nagging voice in the back of your mind telling you maybe it wasn’t the right choice after all.

One night, alone in your room, the silence felt deafening. The ache in your chest was unbearable, and you just wanted to numb it. You grabbed a bottle of liquor, taking a sip, then another, and then before you knew it, you were drinking more than you should. The sharp burn of the alcohol as it slid down your throat started to blur everything around you. With every sip, it seemed like the pain became a little easier to bear. And then, the thought of Iwaizumi crept into your mind — the thought of him and how much you missed him. You needed to reach out to him, even though you knew it probably wasn’t the best idea. The ache inside you screamed for it.

You dialed his number. Your heart raced, and your hands trembled. But he didn’t pick up. He was probably busy, oblivious to your desperate need to talk. The seconds seemed to drag on before you finally left the voicemail. “I was hoping that you would pick up… because I miss you,” you whispered through tears, your voice breaking. You could feel the tears streaming down your face, the alcohol in your system making everything seem a little too raw, a little too real. “Sorry I’m crying… I’m drunk and uhm...” The words got stuck in your throat as the sobs overtook you, making it hard to speak. You stayed on the line, letting the tears pour freely, unable to stop them.

You hung up the phone, and almost immediately after, your phone buzzed, pulling you out of your haze. It was a message from Iwaizumi.

“Hey, what’s up? Talk to me.”