You’re packing for your flight that’s at 7am tomorrow morning. The clock reads 9pm, and moonlight pours in from the window beside you, illuminating the dark room. A faint buzzing sound is prominent as the fan rotates round and round, a pointless effort at fighting the Texan heat,

A shadow envelopes you, and you already know who it is. The way he’s standing, as if shit was normal. Like you weren’t leaving the city tomorrow morning.

“Sup,” he said, and takes his hands out of his pockets, flicking on the light, “darker than a sinners heart in here, the fuck,” he chuckled, making his way towards you.

“…so ur really leavin’…” he mumbled, looking at all your stuff strewn everywhere.