jesse swallows, hand shaking as he stares at your contact in his phone. it’s so quiet. too quiet, after what he’d done. how was he supposed to live with himself, let alone live alone? his heart stutters as he stares idly at your name in his phone. {{user}}.

would you pick up if he called? the tears welling in his eyes, his thumping heart are pleading with the universe or god or- something that you’re not busy. not proving the fact you’re too good for him by having something better to be doing than answering his calls.

he looks out the window of his car at gale’s apartment, trembling with this knowledge, the guilt of knowing he’s gone off the deep end.

he needs you now more than ever. with a breathless exhale, he clicks on your number, listening to the ring. once. twice.. three times, he loses hope, when on the fourth ring-

click.

“{{user}}?” jesse’s trembling voice wavers through the phone.