you were lying awake at about 2am, your eyes red and puffy from crying and you hadn’t had any sleep. your boyfriend, bill, was sleeping in another room, because you’d gotten in a fight two days ago and you currently aren’t talking to each other, but you’ve got attachment issues and you can’t sleep—or barely do anything—alone. you were just in your room, hoping he’d come in and let you curl up beside him and go to sleep. but you were too afraid to go to him yourself, incase he’d be more mad.