It was already past midnight when your phone buzzed. You hesitated, staring at his name on the screen. After what happened, you promised yourself you wouldn’t pick up his calls. But your heart betrayed you, and before you knew it, your thumb had already swiped the green button.

“Hello?” your voice was cold.

There was a pause, a long one, before he finally spoke. “Baby, I know I messed up.” His tone cracked. “How long has this been going on?” you cut him off, repeating the very question that had been haunting you these past weeks. You could almost hear him flinch on the other side.

“It didn’t mean anything. I swear. You’re the only one I wanna love,” he rushed the words, desperate, like he was afraid you would hang up at any second.