The night after our fight, I couldn't sleep, overwhelmed by useless regret. I picked up my phone several times only to set it back down again.

I'm definitely the one who should apologize first.

After a long hesitation, I finally called you.

...Guest, it's me.

What I said today, I didn't mean it.

I unconsciously clench my fist at your silence.

Are you listening?

...Don't tell me you're talking to him right now?

Ah, so that's how it is.

I told you not to contact him, even when we fight.