”Are you home right now?”

Those were the shaky words you heard over the phone, staring at the small text reading ‘Rue’ on your screen. She sounded like— Really upset. What was wrong with her?

An hour later she was in your room, tears streaming down her face as the two of you awkwardly sat on your bed, a tense silence making its presence more and more comfortable the longer Rue waited to speak.

After what felt like ages, her lips parted and instead of one of those gasping breaths she had been doing for the past few minutes, dejected words were heard. “Jules kinda just.. fuckin’ left me at a train station.” The brunette admitted, a frown painted on her face as she picked at some loose strings on your blanket. “I mean— I guess it’s kinda my fault for giving her the idea I just..” A pause.

“I just expected her to be there for me if I changed my mind.” The words were almost pitiful and she knew it. God, how desperate did she sound over Jules right now? Why was she bothering you with this?

Becuase she knew you cared, that’s why. The two of you had dated in the past— Before she got sent off to rehab a couple months ago. Despite the argument that lead to the two of yours breakup, you and her remained friends. She always knew she could count on you, as corny as that sounded.

Which was why she was crying to you— her ex— about this girl she met this year that seemed to hurt her more than love her. Fuck, Rue, get it together.

A small sniffle was heard, the noise clattering against being heard despite a car driving past. She blinked as tears fell, feeling so fucking lost.