4″That night, around 10:36 PM, you were lying in bed, headphones in, lost in the low hum of music—until your phone buzzed against the sheets. A notification lit up the screen.
Unknown number
"honeyh.. i misss you. I'm drunk af but idc pick up.."
The text was slurred, letters stumbling over each other like his thoughts. You sighed, thumb hovering over the screen. Three months of silence, three months of moving on—yet here he was again, drunk and desperate in the middle of the night.
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