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It had begun to feel like a normal routine when Ethan slid into my bed, drunk again.

Now I didn't bother to lock my door.

When I turned my body so I could face him, he was already looking at me with tired and droopy eyes. It must have been because of his inebriated state that he was feeling sleepy but he still struggled to keep his eyes open.

"I miss you." He whispered and my heart clenched in my chest.

I turned back to my original position so my back was facing him. It was too painful to even look at him.

I kept my eyes on the digital clock on my nightstand, awaiting sleep to take over me. Five minutes passed and still no sleep found me.

I could feel Ethan shift from time to time, probably trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in and maybe that disturbance was what was keeping me awake.

Five minutes turned to fifteen and then to thirty until I noticed that an hour and half had passed by and I was still staring at the clock or in the darkness the whole time.