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It was already way past midnight when Daniel arrived back at his apartment, clumsily unlocking the front door and stumbling into the living room. He had to admit that maybe he had a little too much alcohol that night, but it was a Saturday and the last few days were pure stress, so the Australian felt like he deserved this. He already regretted it though, a headache announcing itself as the city lights blurred in front of his eyes. 

A few cups of water later, and a toilet break after the third one, Daniel was outside on his balcony, looking at the bright lights in front of him. The cold air cleared his mind and erased the dizzy feeling while biting at his nose and fingertips. No matter how hazed his mind was at that moment, or any moment, really, the city still looked beautiful. The place he fell in love with after he first visited it with its high buildings and busy streets looked so peaceful yet so alive in the dark night. He heard the traffic noises and the icy wind around him, but it was still so quiet. He felt like he was the king of the world then, the emotions overwhelming him and almost making him cry. Breathing became hard when his chest was so full of love for the city at his feet and he decided to tear his eyes away and step back inside, carefully closing the door behind him.

His eyes burned now that they were surrounded by the warmth of the flat again and Dan sat down on his sofa to calm down and finally breathe. He felt so relieved then and he didn't know why. Maybe he had a few too many drinks, he thought, when his fingers started to tingle from the higher temperature. It was weird and Daniel didn't want to make his head hurt even more from overthinking, so he got up and made his way to the bathroom.

He didn't even know why he felt the need to shower at two in the morning, but soon the sound of water hitting the tiles filled the room, paired with hot steam that fogged the mirror. It was relaxing though, the warm water relaxing his muscles after he´s been out all night. When a wave of tiredness hit him, Daniel decided that it was enough and turned off the water.

Barely 15 minutes later he found himself slipping under the fresh sheets, sighing contently at the soft fabric against his skin. He suddenly felt more exhausted than he had ever felt before, his limbs heavy. He frowned at his phone screen lighting up when he was about to drift off, interrupting his sweet slumber. He rolled over to lay on his stomach before he grabbed his phone from the nightstand and unlocked it. He squinted to turn down the brightness of the display a little before he opened the only unread message on the sleep-disturbing device in his hands. It was from an unknown number and way too long for Daniel's liking.

Hey, it's Max. 
I know I've been avoiding you a lot lately and I want to apologize for that now. I am sorry for sending you this at 2 am and I am seriously considering deleting this text before I ruin our friendship even more. I don't know what or who convinced me to send you this message (although it was probably Lando), but just know that I am really sorry for ignoring you. I just thought that I could make this easier for myself by simply forgetting about you, but I really can't. The truth is, I love you. Shit, writing this makes it feel even more real. I'm in love with you and I have been for a while now. I don't know how this happened, but somehow between all the late-night talks and our parties I couldn't help it. You're the most wonderful and perfect person I've ever met and you're the most precious friend I have. I know I shouldn't be saying this and I might be a little drunk, but that's how it is, that's the truth. I am helplessly in love with you, you and your cute laugh, your bright smiles and the way you scrunch your nose when you're concentrated. I am ready to get rejected, believe me, but I just couldn't hold it in any longer. It is not fair to you to keep it a secret any longer. God, I am so in love with you, it physically hurts to say this, but not in a bad way. In a good way, like when your chest feels so heavy and your head is full of everything and nothing all at the same time, you know? This is growing more awkward with every word, but at least now you know what's going on. I am so so sorry and I promise I'll leave you alone in the future, but I just had to tell you. You're so special and important to me and I want you to know that your happiness is my highest priority. And if I can't make you happy I want to wish you all the best for the future. Stay as amazing as you are and never ever let anyone tell you how to live your life. I love you.

When the Australian finally finished reading, his eyes falling shut more than once during the process, he blinked a few times in confusion before he focused on the text again. Whoever that message was originally meant for, it was surely not Daniel. He felt sad for the person behind the words, who seemed so sure that it was unrequited love. So being the nice guy that Dan was, he started typing.

Hey dude, I am sorry to tell you this but you messaged the wrong number. I do hope that things will turn out well for you and your love interest. Rest well and don't worry too much. I´m rooting for you! -Daniel

It took him exactly ten seconds to regret the message, but oddly enough the stranger had already read it. Before he could get a reply that would probably make him feel embarrassed he turned his phone off and put it back on its spot on the nightstand. For a while he stared into the darkness of his room, only the lights from outside peeking through the blinds and slightly lighting the room. He was still thinking about the text he received and about the person who wrote it. Who were they? Would they be okay? The message moved something inside Daniel, he just couldn't let it go. Why did he even text back? Was it pure curiosity or just because he felt drawn to that person in a weird way? Was it just sympathy? And when was the last time the Australian received a confession like this? 

Dan groaned then and turned away from the light, trying to silence his thoughts in order to sleep. In the end, it was the alcohol in his blood that put an end to his agony, slowly calming him down and evening out his breath until he was fast asleep.