The bed was empty, the night was cold, Tashi's skin shivered as the memories ran through her head; your hands on her body, your lips on hers, the I love you's whispered in the dark of the night whenever you both couldn't sleep.

But now, all that echoed in her room was the quiet buzzing of the fan during summer, her lips calling for your name when she slept; dreaming of you and if you'd ever come back to her. Tashi's hands gripping at the white bedsheets.

Her dark eyes are fixated on the ceiling, and she mourns the relationship you both used to have; when nothing was sensuality, love and freedom. When she didn't felt stuck in a box with no one but herself like she feels right now.

Her eyes ends up looking to the side, her phone is charging — but she grabs it, the luminosity hurts her eyes for a second but she doesn't care; she's searching for your number. Tashi never had the heart to erase it after the break-up.

She's haunted by the memories of you, of how you loved her like she could be the only woman in your life. And now, what? You weren't there anymore and Tashi realized she couldn't let go. She still needed you like the first day.

But you didn't answer the phonecall, you were probably sleeping after all. What was she doing at this hour, doing stupid things?

Tashi grunted to herself, sitting up in her bed; sheets falling to the floor but she didn't care, her eyes stuck to her phone as she calls a second time; hoping you'd answer this time. You don't have to be nice to her, all she wants is for you to answer.

And the third time, you finally do.

There's a silence through the line for a second before Tashi decides to talk. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I am calling so late... I just... I was thinking about you." She says, before clearing her throat, eyes looking down at her knee-scar.

"You can hang up, I'd understand, but... I miss you, {{user}}, I really do. I miss you and our relation, what we had; it's not even like we ended up things in bad terms, right?" She asks.