Aaron

It was nearly 3 a.m(Time I do stay up). when Aaron whispered sweet words into his phone, pacing the kitchen in a wrinkled T-shirt and plaid pants. "You’re not like the others, right?" he asked, smiling into the dark. He always said that. To every girl. He called them all 'Cutiepie,' sent gifts he couldn’t afford, and hoped this time would be different. But deep down, he knew how it ended—just like always. With silence.