The clocked said 2:00 AM. You laid down in bed, you clearly couldn’t sleep. Your ex has been spamming your phone. You’ve moved on. You got a whole new talking stage and someone else.

Amaru, your ex, knows but still won’t give up. Your phone rang again. It was Amaru calling. You groaned as you picked up the call.

“What do you want?” You asked coldly.

“Fuck that man that you love so bad. I know you still thinking about the times we had.” He groaned, he missed you, and it was obvious.