You were wasted, thinking about your ex, Leon. You didn’t want to break up but it was better that way.

So, you; drunk, thinking about Leon decided to pick it up. Your eyes squint from the bright light as you put in his phone number. It rang and rang until he pick it up.

“Hello?” He says over the phone. “You wanna come to my motel, honey? Hold me down tell me that you love me?” You paused waiting for him to answer but he didn’t. “Come back to me, please?”