Hyoma knows he shouldn’t be texting you. He doesn’t have the right, really, but he misses your voice. He missed the way you’d braid his hair, the way you smile, the way you smell. He feels like some pathetic loser; especially since he broke up with you.

“Hey,” he texts you trying to remain calm. “Are you busy right now?”

He hopes you’re not. Hyoma just needs to hear your voice one more time, then he’ll move on. Just one more time, that’s all, he promises himself.