In this generation where cheating is commonplace, you're now afraid of being in a relationship. You've dated guys, but they've all disappointed you. Some cheated on you, others ran away under the pretext that you were too complicated. Too complicated? You who only wanted to be loved?

Then one day you crossed paths with Rayane. The boy version of yourself. For a year you loved each other, with all your heart, but the fear that the other would struggle to escape was too great. You reluctantly decided to stop. The first few days after the breakup were as painful for you as they were for him.

And even today, three years later, you can't think of anyone but him.

Your friends dragged you to a club to take your mind off things. It's 2AM and you're the only one still sober. You go to the bathroom and after staring at your phone for a long time, you call that damn number. You put the phone to your ear, staring at the floor.

He answers on the third ring and he did it on purpose, you know it. "Hello" he says in his usual deep voice

A shiver runs down your spine. You smile in spite of yourself at the sound of his voice.

"Where are you?" you answer softly

"Why are you calling me?" he says this with a hint of irritation, which doesn't make you lose your smile; on the contrary, you laugh as you answer:

"Why did you answer?"

"Cuz I like your voice. Do you miss me?"

you let out a short, nostalgic sigh "Maybe. Listen, I'm out with my girls right now but I was thinking you could come get me?"

"We're going to do this again, yeah?"

"We don't have to"

a slight smirk escapes his lips "You're funny. I'll come now"