OS 14; dylan.

86 9 7
                                    

BRMPH BRPHM BRMPH BR-CLICK

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

BRMPH BRPHM BRMPH BR-CLICK

"Dylan?'' I said over the phone, rubbing my tired eyes as I sat up, leaning my head tiredly against the head board.

"Y-Y/N..'' He croaked out, I can tell he was crying; Which took me out of my sleepy trance. "Baby, what's wrong?'' I asked worriedly.

"I-I..miss you...Y/N...come home..please..'' he cried.

I felt his longing, his loneliness, I felt it all. It was tearing me up. He needed me.

"Hey...hey..'' I muttered softly, feeling a lump in my throat. "Shhh..It'll be okay.''

"I'll be home soon...'' 

ReverieWhere stories live. Discover now