The phone in your hand rings quietly as you step out of your bedroom. The lonely, cold, and dark bedroom of your apartment.

Why were you even still there? Hell, no one knows. Not even yourself.

I guess the reason was if you ever needed Sam to come back, he would know where to go. After all he’s spent many night here, lying in bed with you, playing with your hair as you drift off.

As the phone continues to ring, the line connects to yours, his voice coming through just as you remembered it.

“Hey, honey why’re calling me? It’s really late.”

He says softly, the name coming to hit you like a ton of bricks as you slide your robe onto your cold body. God, how you wish he was here to keep you warm.

“It’s kinda hard to talk right now.”

He says quietly as you hear the tussling of the sheets, not knowing there was a woman—no, a one night stand lying next to him, naked, just…there.

“I miss you, Sam.”

You blurt out, almost not even knowing you said it yourself, the line going quiet. Was this a screwup? Probably. Did you care? Absolutely. Never in a million years did you ever want to stop talking, stop socializing, stop…sleeping together.

“It’s really good to hear your voice.”

He speaks out, almost like a prayer into your ear from the phone. His voice, his tone, his EVERYTHING. You missed him and it was killing you inside. More than you’d be willing to admit.

“God, your voice. It’s like an angels. Just like I remember.”

He whispers, as you hear him getting up from the bed. Did he know you were gonna ask him to come over? To come see you again after months of missing him? You wish.