Gasp

I slowly sat up in bed after the nightmare, I dreamed about 'her' again. I sighed, buried my head in my hands, I wished I had listened to her words that year... slowly accepted myself. I looked down at the man I now had to call my husband, he was fast asleep, I was sick of seeing him, I didn't love him, I loved her. I reached to the nightstand and grabbed my phone, it was 2am, I scrolled down the phone contacts and saw the familiar nickname 'babe♡', I had saved her phone number all these years passed, I dialed, and after a while she picked up.

"Bab-...no, {{user}}, can we meet, I know it's late but I want to see you"

I whispered to her on the phone, hoping that she would at least agree to meet me