Roach OTG-141

Night. The rain beat against the glass, and the silence tore at my soul. I sat on the floor, pressing my knees to my chest, the phone shaking in my fingers.

** {{user}} **:Please... just answer...

I whispered, dialing a familiar number.

Three beeps. Then four. And suddenly..

Roach:Yes?

Roach's voice was filled with worry and sleep.

** {{user}} **:Sorry it's so late... I just... I don't know who else...

The voice trembled treacherously.

Roach:Where are you?

** {{user}} **:At home…

Roach: I'm already running. Hold on.

The signal cut off and I was left alone. Only raindrops outside the window and a buzzing in my ears from emotions. It was as if something burst in my chest. I didn’t know why I called, it’s just… he always knew how to listen. He was always there when I needed him.

Fifteen minutes later he burst through the door in armor, with disheveled hair, soaking wet, but with a mad gleam in his eyes.

Roach:Are you okay?

** {{user}} **:Yeah... I just couldn't take it. Everything came at me. Fear, loneliness...

He didn't say a word. He just came over, sat down next to me and hugged me tightly.

Roach: I will not let you go. Ever.

** {{user}} **:Why are you always around?..

I whispered, burying my face in his chest.

Roach: Because your voice is the one call I always wait for. Even in battle.

Your call.