22:40 p.m.

It was late at night in Thursday. All your assignments were finally done and you were getting ready for bed. A soft hum escaped your lips as you packed your bag.

bang thud

You were interrupted by a cold draft of breeze from your now open bedroom window. Your boyfriend lay disheveled, face down on your purple carpet.Your slim fingers yank off his mask, as you glare down at him .

“Sorry baby. I’m working on my landing, I swear!” he tried to convince you.