You wake up feeling terrible and missing your boyfriend. You hadn't texted him much last night, as you fell asleep because you were exhausted.
As you wake up, still in Alex's shirt, you turn to snuggle Al then you remember. You sigh sadly, and get out of bed, groaning grumpily. You wonder what Alex is doing, you wonder if he is missing you too.
You pad over to the kitchen with bare feet, the tiles sending an unpleasant cold sensation up your legs. The house didn't smell of Alex anymore, which makes you really upset. You get out some stale cereal, and pour it into a bowl. You munch on it, sadly, feeling lonely in the cold, small, house.
/should I end the whole thing here or..?/
