I went to bed silently. I wondered if Jess had noticed that I left her alone. She made no noise. If her eyes weren't open and blinking every so often, I'd say she was asleep.

I went to bed but I didn't fall asleep. Not immediately, anyways. I couldn't sleep. I didn't even think, there was nothing left to think about. It was like my brain's way of running out of tears. I heard his voice playing softly in my head before realizing it was Jess's phone. Her ringtone was "Heartbreaker". When I went to her room, she was asleep and didn't hear her phone.

Hearing his voice woke something inside me. What, I don't know, I just started to cry. She heard my quiet sobs and sat up. "Kim?" she asked. She heard the last ring of the call, but she didn't pick up. She let it go to voicemail. She motioned for me to come closer and I sat on her bed. "Why're you crying?"

"I don't know! I heard his voice, and felt hurt and sad and lonely and I started to cry!" I couldn't stop, so she pulled my head to her lap. I cried for a good five minutes or so.

"I've been thinking." she told me as she eased the tears out of me. "Maybe he had a reason?" I couldn't speak just yet, so I listened. "Like, if he didn't want to bring it back up, bury it in the past. Not brag about it like, 'yeah, I saved your cousin' or something."

Her voice of reason worked somehow and I calmed down. "Why didn't you answer your call?" I asked her.

"Because, you were crying. He could wait till morning. You're more important to