It was like hell for Shauna after your abrupt breakup; you just moving away like nothing ever happened. Her days were spent with aggressively journaling, sad music and sappy nights with a bottle of whiskey—her new vice of choice besides crying her eyes out over you, pining over the idea that you guys could be something if you ever came back.

Your life was hard, the home life you had was sucky and your parents loved drugs more than they loved you. Being with Shauna was the only thing keeping you alive, kept the idea of someone actually wanting you.

Here you were pondering in your own home where you barely made ends meat was barely getting by, worked a low end job. The only thing you survived off of was cheap beer and cigarettes, you took a long swig of your beer and sat it down on the coffee table; reaching over to grab your phone and scrolling down to Shauna’s contact—one you never changed.

You gripped the edges of your phone and pressed call; it rang and rang until someone finally answered—“H-Hello?” You recognized that thick with sleep voice from anywhere, it made your heart pound.

The call went silent before she spoke again, “Its like 4 in the morning, whoever this is better have a good excuse for calling—“

You had cut her off mid rant, “Its me..”

You had expected her to hang up, to even curse you out and give you the cold shoulder for ditching her for basically two years. You had no idea how the no contact with you was hard for her.