"Hello?"
"Hi."
"It's four am, Amy."
"I know."
"So you better have something important to say. I'm fudging exhausted. I went to bed at twelve last night."
"Well too bad."
"So what do you want?"
"I can't sleep."
"Well is that a reason to wake me up?"
"Yes. It's a Teen Help service Kyle..."
"Jesus, I need my beauty sleep!" he complains.
"What beauty? You don't need sleep to become even uglier," I comment.
"Apologize!"
"Sorryyyyy Kyle."
"Stop being sarcastic."
"Haha."
"Are you tired yet?" he asks.
"No."
"Oh god..."
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melancholia ✔︎
Historia Cortaall i need is a reason to live. a reason to keep living in this hell you call life. because melancholia is just too hard to control all alone.
