4 AM 》 fp jones

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"I'm at work, FP, so let's keep this short."

He was silent on the other end, waiting for her to carry on.

"I know it seems you're the unluckiest guy right now, but you're not because you rang me. And that's lucky because I think I understand what you're going through, but trust me when I say, drinking at ten in the morning isn't going to help."

"Okay."

Fp had no idea why he was listening to this stranger, and going all his life being wary of people, he had no idea why he trusted her completely.

"My name's y/n by the way. I suggest you put it in your contacts because I have a feeling you'll call me again."

This wasn't in your nature. But hearing him speak, you couldn't help but hear yourself within his words and pain.

" No more drinking today, okay. Go have a shower because I'm betting you haven't and you're just lying on the sofa."

"How did you know?"

Fp laughed and you couldn't help but like the sound of it.

"I told you. I understand what you're going through."