[4:47 AM] : you stayed awake, staring at your ceiling, replaying the words your sibling had said over and over again, as if they were meant to be remembered.
but they shouldn't be remembered, atleast you don't think so, and the feeling manifesting itself in you became loud, too loud. so loud you didn't know what to do with yourself. so you do what you always do when you don't feel right.
⇽ to jen : jen?
from jen : its 5am, why are you awake?
⇽to jen : why are you awake:(
from jen : you messaged me first, dummy
⇽to jen : i didn't think you'd actually be awake
from jen : nevermind
i'm going back to bed.
before you can send a text back, your phone starts ringing. you know it's him, a smile gracing your tired face before you pick up.
"hey" jeno starts, the tired is way too prominent in his voice, but he's trying his best, and you're thankful that he is.
"hi.."
"don't tell me.. something's bothering you right?" he chuckles out, trying to make this conversation as light as possible.
"..yeah"
"hey? hey, listen, you don't have to tell me. but if it's what i think it is, dont worry. please, there's no reason for your to feel bad about something you can't change" he pauses and takes a breath, "and if it isn't too cheesy, you're good enough for me, infact you go above and beyond. so think about me, and how i feel about you instead of everybody else until you think the same way as me."
you let out a breathy laugh, picturing the way jeno's face must of been bright pink from his last speech. "thanks jen, you're kinda perfect"
"only second to you."
