Caller-of-the-night

"Hi, I'm-" "I know who you are." "You do?" "You're the guy who thinks he's invisible." "I have a name-" "It isn't important. Because you really don't think it's important." "All right. Since we've started out this way, let me just tell you, I know you too." "Yeah?" "You're the girl who is broken." "I am not broken." "You're the girl whose eyes close every night and open the next morning, only to find you have never slept at all." "I sleep well. Besides-" "You're the girl who dreams of a happy ending even though she has seen seventeen...no, eighteen unhappy ones in her eighteen years." "Happy endings are over rated. And you're-"

"You need to stop doing this." "Stop doing what?" "Writing me into your stories." "...why?" "Because…it scares me. I'm not this guy that you write about. I'm not some kind of Prince Charming and I'm certainly not a sea God or whatever you like to say about my eyes every now and then." "Oh really?" "Yeah. You really need to work on your judgement of people, because this is all wrong. It's like you don't know me at all!" "So why don't you correct me and I'll fix my idea of you accordingly." "Well…firstly, I'm a really nervous person." "Yeah. Your hands are either fiddling with your hair or your sleeve, or you're biting y