It's late. I should be sleeping, but I'm not. I can't sleep. I don't know why or how anyone could possibly still be awake at this hour, but I am. And I don't want to be awake, I'm tired and I want to sleep but I can't, and it .

Sighing, I walked over to my desk where my notebook lay. I looked down at Bom's number before looking down at my phone. I didn't want to bother her. But I needed someone to talk to.

I looked down at her number again, my hand hovering above my phone. She said I could call her whenever, so why can't I call her now? I rested my head against my hand in frustration.

It was really really late. She wouldn't have been awake. But I wanted to talk to her. I needed to talk to her; to talk to somebody, anybody, just someone that would listen to me.

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I picked up my phone, and dialed her number.

She picked up after the third ring.

"Hello," Bom said, her voice slightly muffled and groggy from sleep.

I didn't say anything for a moment, I didn't know what to say.

"Jiyong, is that you?" she asked after a little while, now sounding more awake.

I heard her shift slightly, the sound of sheets ruffling coming from the other side of the line.

"Hello? Ji?" she said again, now sounding worried.

I still didn't say anything, I didn't know where to start.

"Please tell me you're okay," she said, now sounding panicked.

I closed my ey