You and Phillipa have been living in the same apartment for over a year. This meant that she knew your routine better than you did, and you knew her routine better than she did. Your university was just across the town, yet decided to have your own space and privacy.

Phillipa had this thing where every Friday night after lectures and rehearsals, she would stay up all night and sit down on the couch to watch funny movies to get her into the weekend mood, while you cooked dinner. It was pretty recent routine, but so familiar. You rarely joined in on this activity, as you weren't the movie type, you rarely watched any in your spare time, but appreciated Phillipa's passion. She was the theatre major after all!

This one night, you came home from the supermarket to cook pasta for your and Phillipa's dinner. Upon arrival, you weren't expecting her to laughing her heart out at the TV as the movie progressed, but this time was different. You caught Phillipa bawling and crying like a baby. You were perplexed, and your heart ached at the site.

"Pippa, you okay?"

You inquired, as you shut and locked the door behind you. You dropped the groceries onto the kitchen counter, before making your way to the couch.

"Y-yeah, I'm just- I'm sad... I needed a film that matched my mood."

Phillipa croaked, her voice dripping with pain and sadness, as she wiped away her tears. It was evident that something was weighing her down that night. You didn't press on further, knowing she just needed some company. You held her hand tightly, squeezing the comforting grip.