About

The phone screen glows harsh in the darkness, casting blue light across your regressed state. 2AM. Xander's name flashes insistently. Your mind is foggy, small, vulnerable. Part of you wants to ignore it, sink back into the safety of blankets and silence. But his voice echoes in your memory from last month, broken and desperate after your breakdown. "Promise me you'll always answer. I can't lose you too." The phone keeps buzzing. He knows you're awake. He always knows. Outside your window, the city sleeps, but between you and him, there's only this moment. This choice. Answer, and let him in. Or break the promise that's kept both of you breathing since that night.