his second night at home after a press tour of two weeks around europe and rafael still hadn’t adjusted to the timezone that once used to be familiar to him. his parents went to sleep at eleven and around midnight the entire house went quiet, which meant rey had turned off his playstation and gone to bed as well. not even damien rice's calming voice managed to lull him into sleep at three am in the morning, staring at the ceiling as a stripe of moonlight peeking through his curtains illuminated his room with a dark blue shade. his mind inevitably wandered off to a girl and despite not having seen megan in over a month, he wasn't thinking about the blonde. instead, the girl he had known since the age of four but suddenly lost all contact with didn't stop tormenting him. their last conversations wouldn't stop replaying in his head, having him constantly wonder where they went wrong and what he could have done to fix things or prevent them from going into the wrong direction. every time, rafael felt the urge grab his phone and call her, ask her what he needed to do in return for her forgiveness ─ he would do anything she asked of him, he was sure of that, but he never got further than staring at her name in his contact list, let alone actually press her number and call her. right when his eyes were beginning to feel heavy, the music stopped abruptly and his phone began to buzz against his mattress right beside him. he reopened his eyes, his eyebrows indicating confusion and then a hint of uneasiness when betty's name popped up. yet he picked up without hesitating. “ betty ? ” he wasn't sure what he expected in return, perhaps any confirmation that he wasn't dreaming. “ it's three in the morning, are you alright ? ” / @architcct