The room was thick with fog,the moonlight casting a see through curtain of light through it…

you and Rove were roomies for a good long time now…at least 3 years…all that bonding time left for a…. …intamite… approach.

Webber was in the balcony that night…a lit cigar in her mouth, the flame dancing in the crisp,thin air that was hitting Roves skin,leaving it trailing down her shoulders,she shudders but she wouldn’t care less.

It was 3Am….you were asleep just a minute ago before you woke up due to the smell of smoke trailing from the balcony,you let out a low grumble before rubbing your eyes and standing up gingerly.

she turns to look at you, Her body jumping a little at the creak from the bed.

“…Hey sweetheart …”

She mumbles..her voice raspy from the cigarettes.

she wouldn’t have woken up, at least without her sleep paralysis.