You glance at the clock. 12:30 AM. Way past your bedtime. Looking back up at the ceiling, you sigh, another tear rolling down your cheek. Nothing had gone right today. You had a writer’s block, and when you did start writing, it wasn’t good enough. Then when you were sorting your photography, you found that you didn’t really have a ‘thing’ that you took photography of. Like, some people only took pictures of trees, or flowers, but you did everything. Like you were a wanna-be photographer. And you hated it. Nothing was special about the way you wrote or photographed.
Then, you had spent part of the day with your best friend. Stupidly, though, she was too busy skyping her friends and having fun with them to notice your depressed state. After she left, you messaged one of your other best friends on facebook. They only told you that a family member of theirs died, and then said they had to go. So here you were, listening to the radio, and lying on your bed, crying. No one was there for you. In the end, you were always alone. Why me? You thought.
You didn’t know how long it had been, but suddenly the darkness of your room lit up, and you looked over to the source of the light. Your phone was vibrating, and on it had a picture of you and your bestest friend, Arthur. Smiling just the tiniest bit, you answer the phone.
“Yeah?” You said. Big mistake. Since you have been crying so much, your voice was choked up.
“You alright, love?” You heard Arthur ask. He sounded worried. Clearing your throat, you tried again.
“Yeah. Sorry, I’m just a little sick. So what’s up?” You ask, trying to cover up the fact that you were crying.
He sighed. “Don’t lie to me, _____. I know you were crying. That’s the only other reason you’d be up this late.” Confused, you thought for a second before saying anything.
“How did you know?” You asked. It wasn’t until about 10 seconds later he replied.
“Well, I actually call you every night at this time… since your phone is usually off, it goes straight to voicemail. You just never knew I was calling you because your phone never tells you if you got a call while it was off. I started doing this a few months ago because you had that horrible meltdown. I’ve been worried ever since, so I’ve been calling you at the time every night.” Dumbfounded, you just sat there, staring at the blank wall in front of you. Before you could stop them, more tears started falling down your cheeks. Arthur must have heard you sniffling, because what he said next was rushed.
“_____, I’ll be over in 2 minutes. Hang on, okay?” Clearing your throat, you replied, “Alright.” Then you heard the click of the line being cut off.
Exactly 2 minutes later, he was at your front door, softly knocking. You quietly made your way through the dark house until you were at the front door. You opened it up to reveal a worried and out of breath Arthur. He immediately pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face into your neck.
“You don’t ever need to feel alone, _____. I’ll always be here for you, because I love you. Don’t ever hesitate to call me, alright? Even if it’s 5:00 AM, I don’t care. Just please don’t do this to yourself…” He whispered into your neck. More tears escaped your eyes, but this time, tears of joy. You had loved Arthur for a long time now, just always too scared to tell him, fearing you would shatter the friendship you had now because he didn’t feel the same way towards you.
You wrapped your arms tightly around Arthur as you buried your face into his chest. By now you were sobbing, not being able to hold back the pain anymore. You smiled.
“I love you too… Thank you, Arthur…”