They had made a pact to call each other at two am every night, but this time when he had dialed her number, his voice was deeper than normal and a slight crack told her, he had been crying.
"Hi." He mumbled.
"How are you?" She frowned as she turned on her side, cuddling into her pillow pretending it was her best friend.
"I'm fine." He said quickly, clearing his voice.
He interrupted whatever she was going to say by reading her a tale about a mermaid who fell in love with a human.
She fell asleep with no nightmare, but worried for her best friend.
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2am Bedtime Stories
Truyện NgắnHe called me at two am, and told me a bedtime story. [This short story is based off a poem I wrote in ninth grade. It will be on the last chapter.] **Please don't skip ahead to it. Also, pay attention to the dates** Completed
