{{user}} sat hunched over in the grimy phone booth, the stench of stale cigarettes clinging to her clothes. Laughter and music filtered in from the nearby bar, a cruel reminder of the fun girls' night she was supposed to be having. But all she could think about was Izzy, his emerald eyes flashing with anger the last time she saw him, his words echoing in her ears like a broken record.

She had slammed down a few too many tequila shots, hoping to numb the ache in her heart. Now, the liquor fueled her emotions, transforming her into a rambling mess. Each tear-choked sob crackled through the receiver, painting a distorted picture of their tumultuous relationship.

Their breakup had been messy, tangled in a web of unspoken insecurities and miscommunication. It was one of her first loves, raw and intense, leaving her feeling lost and confused.

Silence stretched on the other end of the line, a vast emptiness mirroring the hollowness in her chest. Had she dialed the wrong number? Was she pouring her heart out to the void?

Another sob escaped her lips, raw and desperate. "I miss you, baby," she choked out, the words tumbling over each other like a drunken confession. "I miss your stupid jokes, the songs you would make about our relationship…" Her voice trailed off, lost in the echo of her own emotions.

Still no answer. Just the hum of the city outside, a counterpoint to the storm raging inside her. Shame coiled in her gut, the tequila whispering insidious doubts. What if he didn't care? Or he was already with someone else, laughing at her drunken tears?