The sun's rays flashed through the window of the room. I sat up to get a clearer view of the whole room but my vision was blurred and my head was a little woozy. The closet was near the bed and the headboard had two lamps near it. I can't help but think this setting was all too familiar. I moved to the side of the bed to stand up when I caught sight of Joe's head. My feet had almost stepped on him but luckily I had noticed him. He was lying down, sleeping on the floor. A comforter that looked less comfier than what I used surrounded him whilst a small pillow supported his sleeping head. I threw myself silently back to the bed, breathing in the air and trying to piece up the events last night that obviously resulted in me sleeping on Joe's bed.

joe sugg had never been good at math. in fact, it was seven years after he'd left school that he found out two halves make a whole definition of abyss; the regions of hell conceived of as a bottomless pit Trigger Warning: mentions of suicide/depression I HAVE CHANGED MY USERNAME SINCE WRITING THIS. NAME ON THE COVER IS DIFFERENT TO NOW. cover cred to: katriin (wattpad: peachjyri)