the rain fell and wet the land around tanneyhill, the smell of the rain hit his nostrils. he was pacing around the balcony as he run his hand through his hair. his balcony was full of empty beers, and coke. tears softly welling on his eyes.

he tried so many times to interact with you, he spamming your message, your instagram dm. but you're nothing to respond.

you could say, he's going crazy. and he admitted, it all was his fault. abandoning you, and hooked-up with sofia.

it wasn’t the 38 missed calls from sofia. that concerned him, it was the fact that there 0 calls from you.