(inspired by Need You Now by Lady A)

You couldn't help yourself. It's been a rough few weeks, to say the least. You and your long-term boyfriend, Spencer, broke up— not because you don't love each other, but because you were lucky if you got to see him twice a week. His job pulls him away from you very often. And now, you keep regretting your decision.

Picture-perfect memories— framed pictures, dead flowers he gave you, the shirt that he forgot to take back when you broke up— are scattered all around the floor. You're sitting cross-legged in front of them, your vision swimming from the alcohol you ingested. You know it's not a good idea to drink alone, but you did it anyway. Your phone is in your hand, on his contact. You can't fight it anymore. As you press the call button and hold it up to your ear, you wonder if you ever cross his mind, because for you it happens all the time.

A few rings later, the phone picks up and you hear rustling on the other side of the phone before his voice, his beautiful voice that you'll love for the rest of your life, speaks. "Do you know what time it is?" The words aren't rude, or accusatory, and they're actually quite soft.

"It's a quarter after one," you respond, ignoring the slur in your voice because why would you focus on that when your heart is swelling? "I'm... a little drunk, and I need you now." Your words are slipping out before you can even stop them. And Spencer is quiet on the other side for a moment.

"You said you wouldn't call," he whispers back, because yes, you did say that, to make the healing process easier for the both of you.

"But I lost all control," you reply, a pleading tone in your voice, "and I need you now." You can't help but repeat the words. "I don't know how I can do without..." You can't even finish your thought before Spencer is responding.

"I'll be there in ten," he says, and you're shocked at how quickly he agreed, but more than that, you're relieved. You set the phone down, staring down at the memories, waiting for your bell to ring.