Most late nights I fell asleep before you. In my dream I could hear how you shouted for me
Your cries of desperation woke me up, like the cries of a baby at 3 in the morning.
Every night you asked me to tell you a story, just until you fell into a deep slumber.

Before your nightmares began
You would tell me about how you trashed your parents room
Or while we talked late at night and you would be yelling at your stupid videogame.
Every Friday you would ask me
Will you stay up all night with me?
I would always say yes, no matter how tired I was.
I'd lay in bed, deep under my covers and listen to your stories about how your day went.

One day you didn't text me back
And that night I went to sleep without hearing your voice.
That one night turned into days, which later turned to weeks, and that turned to me never hearing from you again.

Three months later you popped back into my life
When I asked where you went
You simply ignored the question and asked how I was doing.

Days later I found out that you no longer had long stories to tell
You looked into my eyes and didn't smile
Late at night you would stay silent
I could hear a million pins dropping.

When you raised your arms my eyes saw the lines of your depression
The lines that explained what had happened to you. That night you told me how you were submitted into that place. A place where only the mental go after overdosing on their mother's sleeping pills. You cried saying you never meant to hurt me, that you were not in a good state of mind.

Nowadays whenever you call me
I answer and you shout how badly you were sorry. Sorry for that night a year ago when you almost left me for good. That night a year ago when you tried to kill yourself.

Every night before I go to sleep I look up to the sky and find the brightest star. I make the exact same wish and pray to god that it comes true.

I see your glassy blue eyes
They are like the ocean
I see the seaweed floating into angry crashing waves.

Yuli!
The shouting in the other side of the phone pulls me back to reality.
In my room I am cuddled into my covers. Snugged like a bug.

Your raspy mumbles are heard
I'm going to bed. Text you tomorrow?

I give you a silent okay
Looking at the time its 2:54 am
Like every other night I look out of my window and up to the sky. I find the brightest star and I make my wish.

"Please let John smile again."