what is she doing up this late?
i reluctantly pick up the phone.
"alana?"
"clementine?"
"what are you doing up this late???"
"i couldn't stop thinking."
"about what?"
"i dunno. how different we are."
"you're one of my closest friends. it doesn't matter how different we are. friends are friends no matter what."
"heheh. you're funny. maybe i'll go to bed now."
"it's past your bedtime, darling."
...
it was 11:30.
"goodnight, clem!"
"goodnight, alana :)"
that was the last thing i said to her.
(the last thing i said to her that night, i mean)
(she hangs up shortly after)
