You were sitting on the balcony of your dorm silently. Enid, your roommate was inside listening to music. Ajax was holding you in his arms, he was getting stoned, you didn’t mind. Ajax and you had been dating for almost a year now. He always sat with you when you were reading. Sometimes getting stoned, sometimes not. It always depended on the day. You were perfect for eachother. You were the talker, he was the listener. He was the best listener, plus he always sided with you. Right now you were just leaning against him looking at the stars. Ajax’s arms were wrapped around you holding you tight.