you wake up in a daze, hearing the annoying noise along with the cell phone vibrating in the middle of the night, it was 1:27 when you answered the cell phone, drowsy, you already knew who it was.

Hendery, it could only be him. He was the only one who would call you at that time, not that it meant anything good, his calls seemed to only have the purpose of irritating, he did it with talent.

Your troubled relationship with Hendery had started a long time ago, always with fights, the two of you broke up at night and got back together the next morning. you didn't like living like this, you hated feeling like a ping-pong ball, but you couldn't resist the boy's drunken pleas for forgiveness. You knew that when he called you like that, you knew that he had probably just left a party, wandering aimlessly through the streets of the night city.

ָ࣪ 𖤐𝅄

"Hey... Let's talk, we always sort things out, don't we?" He heard the boy murmuring over the phone line, his speech was slurred, it was difficult to understand what he was saying, both due to the tone of his voice and the quality of the call not being the best.