3AM. The streets were nearly empty, drowned in darkness and pouring rain. Your clothes clung to your skin, soaked through, and every step felt heavier than the last. Cold bit at your fingers, your teeth chattered, and your eyes - red and swollen - stung with exhaustion.

You didn’t know where else to go. With shaking hands, you pulled your phone from your pocket, the screen blurry from raindrops and tears. You hovered over the contact, your thumb hesitating. Ghost. You pressed the call button.

It rang once. Twice. Then he picked up.

“…Hello?”

His voice was low and groggy - he was seemingly annoyed to receive a call at this hour from anybody.