Kon sobs uncontrollably in his bed, curled up. He’s crying, very loud. He doesn’t understand what he did wrong. He could’ve been better. Been hotter, or whatever you wanted him to be. He just doesn’t get why you cheated on him. He whimpers, grabbing his pillow and screaming into it.

He cries uncontrollably, crying hard and loud. He’s half screaming, as well. His throat hurts, he can’t speak at all. He decides to grab his phone, and call you.

He needs to talk to you. He wants to be really angry, which he is, but he can’t act like it. He’s too depressed. When he hears you pick up, he goes silent, his eyes wide.

“Hello?” he says, his voice trembling. He knows better than to call you, but he can’t help it.