❝Who're you?❞
❝Fallon. I'm your candy striper for the next two months. Who are you?❞
❝I'm a lonely, incredibly depressed, cancer-inflicted, dying, nineteen year old boy.❞
❝Nice to meet you, a-lonely-incredibly-depressed-cancer-inflicted-dying-ninete...
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luke.
The first call happened at two in the morning.
I declined it without even checking the caller ID, because goddammit, it was two in the morning - whoever the hell was calling could wait a few more hours until I'd at least brushed my teeth.
The next call happened five minutes after the first, and likewise, I declined it. I didn't dwell on it all too much, just pressed the decline button and went back to bed.
The third call happened at three in the morning, and even though I was pissed knowing that someone was calling me this fucking early in the morning, before even the sun had woken up, I still gave them credit for deciding to wait an hour before calling again.
I decided to pick up.
"Hello?" I grunted into the speaker. I sat up in bed and leant against the headboard, my eyes still glued together with sleep.
"Hi. Did I wake you?"
I stayed silent for a moment as I tried to figure out who was on the other line. Sleep was clouding my mind completely and truth be told, I could feel myself beginning to doze back off second by second.
"Luke, if you want me to hang up, I will. I'm sorry."
Fallon.
The name, the voice - it all instantly clicked in my head like a light switch being turned on in the dark. Fallon.
I swore and sat up in bed, forcing myself to sober up.
"No," I argued. "It's okay, you didn't wake me. What's going on?"
"I'm sorry I called you this early, I-I'm sort of panicking and my friends won't pick up the phone and the other day you told me that I could come to you if I ever needed to talk to someone about-"
I breathed out and ran my hand down my face. She was full-on rambling and it wasn't even five in the morning yet. "Fallon, it's okay, okay? It's okay. I'm here, what's up?"
The line was quiet for a few minutes, and for a moment, I honestly thought she'd either hung up or fallen asleep on me.
Then, there was crying - I could hear the sniffles and choked-up sobs from the other end of the line. I threw my legs over the bed and stood up worriedly, because shit.
