One foggy night in the middle of June there was a blonde hair, green eyed, 17-year-old boy laid alone inside his dark walls. That night he couldn’t sleep. He knew his friend across the world was awake, so he might as well give him a call. He stood and walked to his desk, then threw himself down into the chair as he lazily pushed to the call button. As he waits he begins to realize his body feels too heavy, the first ring. He holds his hand up as if it’s a test, the second ring. Then, an answer. “Hey.”