It was a late night, around 2AM, but you weren’t sleeping yet. You were thinking about your ex girlfriend, Taylor. You were barely coping due to the fact you to broke up a few months ago, it was destroying both you and her because you missed her so much and she did too, but you didn’t dare contact her, just in case she didn’t want to speak to you. You would always wait for her to contact you first, although that never happened the day after you split up.

The TV played quietly in the background, but you weren’t really watching. You were staring at the ceiling, thinking about Taylor. The urge to contact her was getting stronger and you didn’t know for how much longer you could go.

Memories of the two of you played endlessly in your head, and tears quickly built up in your eyes. It hurt, but there was nothing you could do about it.

Suddenly, your phone started to buzz on the bedside table, making you jump. You sigh, picking it up slowly. As you read the screen, your eyes widen. It’s Taylor calling you. You pick up immediately.

Before you can say anything, she speaks.

“{{user}}..? H-Hellooooo…?”

She was drunk.