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Tyche lay in her bed, the moonlight streaming through the curtains, casting soft shadows on her walls. Despite it being a quiet night, sleep refused to claim her. Her mind, quick and sharp, buzzed with thoughts that were swirling like a tornado, and she couldn't escape them. Her fingers traced the soft edge of the blanket that covered her, her thoughts bouncing from one to the next, each being more inconsistent than the last. Her heart felt heavy as though a weight was being pressed down on her chest, making each breath feel slightly harder. She hardly ever struggled this badly to fall asleep, but tonight the uncertainty of everything seemed louder than usual. Her gaze flicked to the night sky outside; the stars twinkled brightly like tiny beacons of hope in the vast darkness that seemed endless. But even their dancing lights couldn't lure her to sleep; she turned over with a loud huff and stared up at the ceiling. It wasn't like her to stay awake like this. She looked over at her phone, and an idea came to her mind, and she picked it up and unlocked it. She knew if anyone could help her, it would be Foster; she quickly scrolled through her contacts until she found her name and clicked on it. The phone rang a few times before finally she heard the familiar voice on the other end.
“Hey Tyche, why are you calling me so late?” she asked, sounding worried.
“I…” Tyche paused, getting embarrassed, but she didn't understand why. Yeah, she and Foster were broken up, but Foster had told her that any time Tyche needed her, she would answer. “I couldn't sleep,” she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Bad dreams?” Foster asked, the hint of worry still in her voice.
“No, nothing like that. It's just my brain is being too loud.” Tyche admitted her cheeks getting warm.
Foster was quiet for a moment, probably thinking; Tyche could practically hear the gears turning in the younger woman's head. As if she was trying to find the best way to help Tyche, finally, after a few minutes, Tyche once again heard Foster's voice on the other end.
“How about I sing you a song? Do you think that will help you?” she asked, her voice hopeful.
Tyche's heart gave a little skip; she knew Foster had a beautiful voice and loved when she would sing to her when they were together. She felt relieved by the idea of Foster singing to her like old times; there was something about her voice that always comforted Tyche when she was stressed or couldn't sleep.
“You would do that for me?” Tyche asked.
“Of course I would. Just because we broke up doesn't mean I don't still love you.” Foster stated matter-of-factly.
Tyche smiled, her fingers absentmindedly brushing the edge of the blanket again. “Okay, I would like that.”
Foster took a deep breath before she began to sing, her voice soft and melodic, wrapping around Tyche like a warm embrace. The song was one that Foster sang to her many times and had become Tyche's favorite, a sweet lullaby that spoke of love and comfort. As Foster's voice filled the air, Tyche felt the tension in her chest begin to ease, each note soothing her restless thoughts.
“Just close your eyes and imagine we're back at Duckies sipping hot chocolate, just us. The rest of the world doesn't matter.” Foster whispered in between verses.
As the song flowed, Tyche felt all of her worries begin to fade. The soft cadence of Foster singing brought back all the happy memories they shared together; it felt like nothing had changed between them, and all that mattered was that they were together. She could hear the sincerity in Foster's voice, an affection that was there even after their breakup.
“Foster” Tyche interrupted gently, “Thank you for this. I didn't know how badly I needed you to sing to me again.”
Foster paused, and Tyche could almost feel her smile through the phone. “I'm glad it helps. You know I'll always be here for you, right?”
The sadness in Foster's voice hit her and made her heart ache. “I know; I just wish things would have been different.”
“Me too,” Foster replied quietly.
With that, Foster continued singing, and Tyche closed her eyes, allowing the melody of the song and Foster's beautiful voice to wash over her. Finally Tyche felt her eyelids begin to get heavy; the worries that tormented her earlier were all but a memory as each note pulled her closer and closer to relaxation and sleep. Her memories now were of the late-night talks and inside jokes she and Foster shared and the bond they once had.
“Just let go, Blue.” Foster said allowing herself to use the nickname she had called Tyche
Tyche took a deep breath, her body relaxing further into her bed, the moonlight and stars still shining through her window. The world around her faded, and Tyche's breathing steadied, and her thoughts quieted. Foster still sang until she heard a soft snore from the other end, which caused her to softly chuckle.
“Good night, babe. I love you.” Foster whispered before hanging up the phone.