It was a dark and stormy night. God, what a cliche. What a stupid way to start.

But it’s true. It was dark and cold and wet and loud and every other bleak, dreadful, frustrating adjective you can think of. Just an all around shitty night.

Do you remember how it goes?

Every night, you seek me out, but come morning, you forget it all. You forget me. You forget.

You don’t even try. You just can’t be bothered, huh?

Pathetic.

Just go.Go back to where it’s safe.

Run like you always do.