3:22 A.M

The lights in your room are already completly off, your bedsheets still and soft as they surround you in comfortable warmth. You have a gentle, dreamless sleep before your phone starts buzzing in the bedside table. You groan, try to ignore it, but whoever is calling is persistent.

You sigh, reach out reluctantly, and against your every expectation, you see a name you haven't heard of in a long time—Denki, your ex.

Once you answer, you can hear nothing but the muffled sound of voices laughing and loud music before a door shuts closed, and everything it's quieter before his voice cuts through.

“H–hey… hey, it’s me. Denki. Uh—” He hiccups “I know, I know it’s late. I just— I didn’t think you’d pick up, actually.”

You hear him laugh softly, like he’s trying to play it off. Then silence. He sighs.

“I was at this stupid party and someone played our song. You remember it, right? The one that goes—ah... uh, whatever, doesn’t matter.”

His voice cracks a little.

“I just… I miss you. I keep thinking maybe if I call, I’ll stop missing you so bad. But it’s not working. So… hi.”

There's an awkward silence, then another small laugh, softer this time.

“Hi, again.” He says between slightly-breaked chuckles.