The past few months had been filled with envy and want. It should’ve been you with Scaramouche, not your sibling.

However, the two of them finally broke up last week. You thought that you would be happy about it, but now you’re second guessing things. Maybe you shouldn’t date him. But the problem is that you really, really like him.

So, you caved and decided to call him. After a few rings, a voice sounded on the other end of the line.

“{{user}}? Why are you calling me?”