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Her voice cracked as she spoke to me softly on the phone. "I.. I just don't know what to do anymore." I was confused. I had no idea what she was getting at. "Julia, just calm down. What are you trying to say?" Silence. "Julia?" I knew she was still on the line because I still could hear her heavy breathing. "Does it hurt?.. To pretend to love someone you wish was someone else?" It all came to me in that moment. I was suddenly completely taken over with rage. "Damn it Julia! What do you want from me? I've tried everything to prove to you that what I have with her (I just couldn't say her name right then) isn't anything to be worried about! We're.. best friends. That's all." I was lying, and I silently hoped to God she wouldn't pick up on it. "Freddie, I know you're worried about hurting me, okay? I know you don't want to. But just forget about me for a while. I'm not made of glass. What do you want?" She was right. I didn't want to hurt her. I couldn't stand the thought of hurting her. But she was also right in that I wasn't happy. With her and not the someone else I had always ached for. She didn't deserve that. There was a cold silence for a while before she broke it. "Do you love her?" Her words jolted me into a state of shock.

"What?" I asked dumbly.

"Do you love her?!" She shouted, catching me by complete surprise. At that moment, a tear rolled down my cheek. I gripped at my hair in frustration and let out a very small and hoarse "Yes."

It had been a few weeks since the night Julia had broken it off with me. I still feel slightly guilty for not feeling the lease bit of sadness. I didn't spend the next day drinking or sitting on my ass feeling sorry for myself. I just simply went on with my life with no trouble at all. And it was all because of that stupid, curly haired devil. My only problem was my chronic loss of sleep, which had been going on for months. I was used to the baggy eyes and addiction to coffee by now. At the most I got about two to four hours of sleep a night. But even that little amount of sleep comes with a price because all my dreams are of her.

Every fucking one.

What's sad is, I'm too much of a damn coward to do anything about it.

It was 3:37 AM and I had picked up my Pearphone and begun to dial the forbidden seven digits that had been haunting me for the past year. I was asleep about an hour and a half ago, having a particularly intense one of my plagued dreams, when I was awoken by the loud banging of my neighbor's fist on my door. He said I had woken him and his whole family up with my shouting. After explaining and apologizing to him, he left with a simple "You should see a therapist." And now here I am. This had to stop. I was fucking screaming in my sleep. Loud enough to wake an entire family, I might add. My face flushed and my stomach lurched as the first ring of my call sounded. I closed my eyes tightly, silently praying that she would ignore my call. I mean, it was three o'clock in the morning. She was bound to be asleep.

She picked up.

I was trying to control the thoughts racing through my brain as I heard her rustling around, probably sitting up in her bed. "Fredward, you better have a damn good reason for calling me at three fucking o'clock." My breath hitched and my face contorted into one of anxiety and frustration.

"I.. I.." I breathed low and heavy into the phone.

"You're freaking me out, Freddison."

How the hell were you supposed to explain to someone like her that she was the cause of your insomnia?

"Can you come over.. right now..?" I asked her, my face tightening up even further. "Freddie, it's three in the morning, I-"

"I know what fucking time it is." I cut her of sharply. I could tell by the silence that she was a little pissed I had cut her off.

"I need to see you. I really need to see you." I probably sounded desperate, but I didn't give a damn at this point. I could hear her make a deep, annoyed huff as she abruptly hung up the phone. My face softened as a smile made its way onto my face.

That meant she was coming.