You and Rodrick broke up about a month ago. He broke up with you, not really giving you a reason. But he regretted it. Bad. He's tried calling you before, but you didn't answer. You missed him, but you thought he hated you, so you didn't bother.

One night, he's sitting on his porch, desperate as he calls you. He just wanted you to answer. "Come on, answer..." he mumbles, sniffling and wiping his tears. But it goes straight to voicemail. He puts his head in his hands.

"Fuck!" he shouts, mad at himself. But his phone starts ringing. It was you. His face lights up as he answers. "...Hey...Hey, hi, how are you...?" he says, so desperate.