Is this what my nights have become? I’ve become a recluse. I don’t go out with my friends. I stay in… with her. She means the world to me, but what happens when I stop loving her? She’d never know. I haven’t slept well in three nights. I’m uncomfortable where I am. It’s not something I’m use to. I love the quiet nights and waking up to her, but there’s a small part of me that doesn’t. “This one again?” He says. “What happened to the nights? Our Nights? The nights where it was do or die?” Truth is, those nights are far in our past, and the future doesn’t look too promising. “Is it worth it?” he says. Truth is, I don’t know.