So he broke his promise.

He called you last night.

He shouldnt have, he wouldn’t have, if it weren’t for the sight of a person who looked just like you standing out on Melrose Avenue..

“It hurts to be something, it’s worse to be nothing with you..”

He murmured on the phone, sitting on the bed of the small condo he bought himself. All that effort, flying across aurora skies just to be away from you.. only to call sixteen days later.

“I miss you so much, {{user}}.. I want you back.”