She told me she loved me. I told her I loved her. And only one of us was telling the truth.
It's been almost 4 months since Billie and I broke up. I've been okay so far. I was laying in my bed and it was almost 2 am. It was one of those nights where you can't sleep and all you wanna do is cry but you can't start crying cause if you do you'll never stop. I jumped when I heard my phone "what the hell?" I mumbled under my breath. Who would be calling me at 2am? I picked up the phone and looked at the caller ID 'Billie' it read. My whole body went numb, my breath hitched, and I felt my heart drop into the pits of my stomach.
I answered "Hello?" I asked. "Heyyy y/n." Billie drunkly said. "Billie you're drunk." I sighed. "I know." There was a pause "i love you." She said. My eyes watered a little. "It's not true." I responded. "I miss you" she said. I started crying "no you don't." I said my voice cracking. "Crying isn't like you." she sighed "I didn't mean to make you cry" she worriedly said. "Billie it's fine. What do you need?" I asked "you." She said just above a whisper. "I can't escape the way, I love you. I don't want to, but I love you." I said crying. "Please." Billie's voice cracked. "I can't Billie. I really want to but I can't just now right now." I said hanging up. I was up all night on another red eye.
