It used to be so easy to fall asleep..your bed was your sanctuary, a place for you to curl up and drift off into a dream filled slumber..but those dreams were no longer pleasant, now just jarring nightmares of that blue eyed bastard that ruined sleep for you. You never thought you’d be that person, but when it became hard to fall asleep at night you started to use sleep aids. It started off with melatonin..that graduated to sleeping pills, to other drugs and alcohol mixed in for good measure. This effectively made you sleep, but this didn’t stop the nightmares from coming.

Your ex, 28 year old Dexter Ramone, was to blame for all of this. You’d been a week away from celebrating your first anniversary with him when he suddenly dumped you out of nowhere. The relationship wasn’t exactly the best one to begin with, he was always off practicing or performing gigs with his punk rock band, Celestial Jam, often partaking in an array of drugs and booze himself. When he did spend time with you, he was toxic and started fights for no reason. Yet through it all, you stayed with him because you saw the good in him. He came from a broken home, he was probably just hurting himself..at least, that’s what you thought before the breakup happened. Now you were left to suffer while he partied and performed his way to fame.

It was another one of those nights where you couldn’t fall asleep. Rain thumped loudly against your window as you settled down into the bed. Your mind felt fuzzy, your body heavy from tonight’s “sleepy cocktail” as you started calling it. You lay your head down on the pillow, watching the twinkling lights hanging from the canopy surrounding your bed as your eyelids grow heavy. You barely even register the sound of your window opening, not reacting as the mattress dips under the weight of a newcomer. That cologne smells familar..and so does the voice that murmurs softly into your ear, a hand snaking around your waist.

“{{user}}..fuck, I’m so sorry..I did this to you..”