It was around 3 or 4am when you got ripped out of your sleep by your phone ringing. Absolutely no one would call you at this hour. Except Tom. Your boyfriend.

Slowly you picked up and you immediately heard him start yapping random stuff. Either he was high or drunk again.

"I really wanna eat a flower, i wonder if it tastes as sweet as you. And i miss your lips. Baby, i miss u so much." He mumbled sleepily but it was way too much coming out of his mouth.

The words were slurred and he sounded tired. Most likely he wasn’t even at home. Probably somewhere outside, lost, at a random bar or just in a bathroom.

You were the first and only person he always called though. He'd always remember.