*Jane*

When I wake up, I wake up alone.

It puzzles me how short an amount of time it took for that loneliness to feel so unfamiliar. But then again, Noah and I have spent every single night together for the past month, so I guess it’s not that strange.

New habits form quickly.

But I still hate the emptiness of the bed, how cold it feels without another body laying next to me. I’m still meant to be pissed off ...