I hope you good, I hope you well, I hope you lit.

Satoru let out a sigh, nursing his angst with a cold glass of whiskey. He wasn't sure why he suddenly craved such a relief when nothing could possibly fill the void that you left behind and the bitter taste of liquor didn't even come close.

I miss your touch, I miss your smell, I miss your touch, I miss your lips.

He knew that deep down, you were far too good for him and maybe that's why he felt so... selfish as he typed in your phone number. Even though he had deleted it months ago, he still had it memorized like it was the back of his hand; hell he knew your number even better.

I know you said not to call you again, but I miss you. And I hope I can see you one more again, but I miss you.

With bleary vision, his thumb hovered over the call button as he struggled with the internal debate of breaking no contact with his ex partner. Was he that desperate? Was he that pathetic? Yes. He was.

With a final swig of liquid courage, he hit the call button.

Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring

"Pick up the phone..." A silent plea while he anxiously chewed on his fingernail.

"Hello?"