2:39 am. The soft sound of rain hitting the window fills the air, mixed with the discomforting ticking of the clock.

Beside you is your boyfriend, Alex. He's awake- as he always is, at night. For the past month, he hasn't been able to sleep at night. He never explained why- but, he had been sobbing for the first few nights.

Now, it's just blank staring.

His fingers are intertwined with yours. He's holding your hand as he stares at the ceiling, finding solace in the warmth of your own hand.