you and matty broke up in 2019, when the pair of you went off to rehab. he promised he’d come back to you after it, but you rejected him. ’it’s hard for us to stay clean around each other’ you said ’we know this’.

but now, you were three years clean and, to your knowledge, so was he. and you’d been thinking about him a whole lot lately with the release of his new album. there was on song in particular that you kept playing on repeat. ‘about you’. a song which was undeniably (and ironically) about you.

you’re lying on your bed in your new york apartment. your bedroom is so you, decorated with your favourite artists and movies and shows. yet it feels so empty nowadays. you’ve tried writing music about it, but for the first time in your life it doesn’t work. maybe exposure therapy will work.

and at that thought, without skipping a beat, you call matty. you don’t even know if this is the right number. what if he’s changed it?

’if he’s changed it, we’re not meant to be,’ you think, ’but if he hasn’t-‘

“hello?”

he hasn’t. he hasn’t changed his number. matty answered the phone.