Flowers for the Forgetting and the Forgotten

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3:27 AM. His clock flashed brightly. He tossed and turned in his bed trying to ignore the crippling anxiety and insomnia keeping him awake.
He stopped turning and looked up at his ceiling, car lights creating weird lights and shadows through his room.
"Why can't I fucking sleep?" His voice a sigh, his hands coming up to his  eyes, rubbing them.
"Ding", His phone rang loudly, nearly giving him a heart attack, disrupting the silence. He reached for his phone, as two more rings shot through the silence, blindly rumaging through his things. He finally found it and turned to his side to see it while it was on the charger. The phones brightness blinding him temporarily. He quickly turned the brightness down and looked at his recent messages.
Three messages from Oliver.
You up?
Outside.
Open window.
He turned onto his stomach and unlocked his window, pushing it up and opening it.
"Thanks" Oliver's voice whispered.
"It's like 30° outside and you're wearing a hoody and your boxers." I said confused and amused.
"I live right above you, it's not that bad." He said laughing a little. As a car drove by he could see his red, puffy eyes, and his cheeks glistening with tears.
"They're arguing again, aren't they?"
"No" He said his voice breaking, "He just up and left about 5 minutes ago." Luke reached over and pulled him into the bed from the window.
"I'm so sorry."
"It's fine Luke, it's fine." His voice breaking.
Luke said nothing and laid them both down on to the bed, facing each other. Luke brought Oliver close to his chest as his sobs became louder and he began to shake.
"Shhhh" Luke said as he held him.
Oliver wrapped his hands around Luke's waist and held him close, his breath still shaky but his sobs becoming quieter now.