Morrigansfury

“Hey…” It was midnight. You were in an exhausted state, mostly from staying up many previous nights. Tonight was different. Your very concerned boyfriend had opted to sleepover at your house. Your parents wouldn’t be home for the next week, so you accepted. However, even if you hadn’t of agreed, you had a feeling he’d come anyways. He was always very concerned for your health, and you did have some admittedly reckless habits. After eating a  dinner composed of pasta with him, he had told you to sleep. Your messy-haired boyfriend with clunky glasses was admittedly very persuasive. Now, the two of you were in

You didn’t want much for your birthday. He was enough. Your boyfriend was at times an elusive young man. But today, he cast away his shyness, or slyness, or whatever his charm was made of. The dark-haired young man was certainly someone who made you feel loved whenever you needed it. Upon learning that you’d be home alone on your birthday, he apparently had hustled over. You heard a soft, polite knock on the door and peered over towards it. You had a feeling of who it would be--as you could tell just from the knock. Humming, you hopped off of the stool you had been sitting on, and bustled over to the door of your apartment. You so