it was late at night, yet you were drowning in the deep sea your mind was. it was uncommon, you were fine, then why were you feeling this way?

your apartment, it felt cold, lonely. you didn’t had someone to turn to, to talk about the torment your mind was at the moment. it was honestly overwhelming.

in one instant, your hands were shaking and you were dialing his phone number after months of not knowing about him. your heart thrummed in your chest when a quiet, “it’s late, is everything okay?” was heard on the other line.

it has been months since you two broke up, so why are you calling him?

it happened all so fast, and in a blink of an eye, he was standing at your doorstep, with sleepy eyes and lazy clothes covering his body.

“you came,” you said quietly, which was painful for him to hear it. you sounded so… off.

he leaned against the doorframe, looking at you with tired yet gentle eyes, “you called.”