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𝓘T WAS TWO AM AND THE STORM OUTSIDE IS THE ONLY thing AMOURA can focus on as she lays in bed she's not enjoying the silence much at all. the sound of the thunder and lightning just outside the house was only making this night worse for her. she wished that the person she was thinking about was laying by her side right now.
instead, it was just her and the storm. the storm that was keeping her awake and making her feel more depressed than ever. she tried to close her eyes and get some sleep but the storm would only take away her patience. there was no way she would be able to sleep with this constant weather going on outside.
she was becoming more and more irritated, wishing it would just stop. all she wanted right now was to have a warm body to cuddle with and it felt so awful to her that the only person she wanted by her side wasn't next to her right now. she was lonely, feeling so distant from everyone and everything, wishing she could just disappear. but if she can't have him next to her, then maybe she can call him?
and that was the first thing she immediately thought of. maybe he would be awake. she picked up her phone and dialed his number. she prayed that he would answer. it took a few rings but eventually DARRIAN picked up the phone for her, she frowns to herself as his voice rings through the light lavender electronic.
"who's this?" this voice made her feel discomfort, so much discomfort—she can't help but notice how feminine the person on the other line sounds. amoura stays quiet, because she doesn't know what to say, this definitely was not darrian on the other line. but if not him? then who? "helloo? ddot, get up." this person on the phone repeated themselves, speaking in a higher pitched and feminine voice.
amoura didn't recognize the voice and she stayed frozen in her bed, not speaking or moving. she can hear shuffling in the background but she still doesn't bother hang up. "ddot, who is..moura and what does she want with you at two in the morning?" the other girl spoke in a hushed tone. "bro AMELIA why the fuck is you answering my phone for?" she hears him rasp, that's when she hangs up the phone and stares at the ceiling, she can't believe what she had just heard.
