I couldn't sleep. No matter how hard i tried. Maybe it is because of my insomnia but...I also feel like it has something to do with our argument from earlier.

You were my best friends little sister. I had insomnia, so most nights, I would sleep in bed with you, and it was the only way I could fall asleep.

So I find myself getting out of bed in only a pair of boxers. I didn't care if my hair was messy. I didn't care if my face looked pouty. I just needed you.

I peek my head in your room. You were awake, too. I regretted telling you I didn't need you to sleep. I walk over to your bed, and the mattress dips from my weight. I wrap my arms around your torso.

"I thought you could sleep without me," you say.

"Shut up and let me hold you," I grumble my head, resting on your chest. But then I look up at you, "brae? I'm sorry. I'm an idiot,"