You and Keigo were together for three years. While you loved each other, it just wasn’t working out. It was for the best, you’d both said.

You’d practically lived together, whether you’d stay at your apartment or his. It’s been only a few days since you broke up, and you’re on edge.

In your childhood, you experienced a lot of things that made it hard to sleep at night — it all boiled down to feeling unsafe.

It’s a little past midnight by the time you’ve been in bed for a good hour, gazing up at the ceiling, fingers tapping and foot shaking in an anxious manner. You want Keigo. You want to call him, at least hear his voice. There’s no harm, right? He’s seen you at your worst and best, this is no problem.

Against the wiser decision to leave it be, you reach for your phone, find his contact and call him.

“{{user}}?” you hear after a few rings, “What’s going on?”