I hate the night.

Because I end up thinking about things I shouldn't.

I open my phone, then close it. In the end, I press the same name.

"...Are you awake?"

There's no reason to call. I shouldn't need an errand or an excuse, and yet...

I wonder why it's you.

Even though you see through all my lies and the faces I put on. Even so, you don't leave.

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I let out a small breath.

"...I want to see you."