It's Alright by Mother Mother.
Pick up, Miller.
Sometimes we're tired. Not because we've done too much but because we've done too little.
Please, please pick up.
And, sometimes, it only takes one single step in the right direction to wake us back up.
Come on, come on.
I wait on the line and it's like I've eaten every lunch I missed, drank every glass of water that grew warm on my desk overnight. Like I've taken every shower and stood under every noon that my blinds kept me away from.
Miller missed your call.
(21:40) I'm sorry, I'm not ready to talk on the phone yet.
(21:40) that's totally fine
(21:41) thank you
He doesn't type anymore but he's online still. I tilt my head back as I try to figure out what to say. But really, I don't have to think too much. Or at all.
(21:41) how are you doing?
That's all I care about.
(21:42) um
(21:42) I don't know if I'm ready to talk about that either
(21:42) lots of things happened, I wouldn't even know where to start
(21:43) but are you okay?
(21:43) yes
(21:43) just... not living at home anymore
Shit.
(21:43) wow
I send that before I can start beating my head against the wall for not having been there for him when he needed me the most. No— it's fine. It'll be fine. I'll make it be fine. I can do that.
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Despair.
RomanceOliver is a manga artist, but he was once an angry little boy with a sunny best friend: Ian Miller. Then, one day, they weren't friends anymore. Oliver doesn't know when was it exactly that Ian disappeared from his life, and refuses to remember why...