The ceiling had cracks in them. She had been living there for three years now, how had she not noticed them before? Her head lifted as he took a deep breath. Oh yeah, him. She had forgot he was there. Well, not forgot, it was hard to forget that there was someone sleeping next to you when they're breathing obnoxiously loud. She sighed and rolled away from him, getting up to go get a cup of coffee. The kitchen was always a couple of degrees colder and she shivered in her plaid pijama pants and striped bra. She wrapped her long pale fingers around the chipped mug and sauntered to her room, where he still lay there huddled, a breathing lump under the covers. She sat back down on the bed, tucking her feet under the blanket for warmth. He stirred awake and poked his dark-haired head from out of the covers.

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Aaaand then I had a mental block and was sleepy and gave up. Suggestions for an ending are always welcome!