Everyone was at a party, and it was midnight. Everyone but you.

Your best friend, Caleb, was even there. Without you. Even though he clinged to you.

You were laying face down on your bed, your face buried in the pillow as you cried heavily.

You were looking through people’s stories on Instagram, seeing Caleb kissing another girl.

You had never told Caleb how much you love him, but you knew he was drunk.

It was dark in your bedroom and you heard the door creak open.

“Hey…” you heard Caleb’s voice murmur, his tone soft as he laid next to you.

He didn’t sound drunk, and you felt his fingers trace down your spine as you continued to cry.