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It was the middle of the night. I woke up in a groggy, muddled state. I couldn’t figure out why I was awake until I heard it, my phone buzzing..

After a while, the train’s steady movement had slowly lulled me into a light sleep. Eventually, I awoke to the emergent daylight, not quite re..

I dropped my bag off and surveyed the damage of Seb’s apartment. It was a beautiful little flat, with a tiled kitchen to my left, an open livi..

The nighttime loves heartache

I woke to an empty bed, covered in sheets that I hadn’t fallen asleep with. There was a note on Seb’s night stand. He wrote: &ldquo..

“You coming?” Seb inquired from the threshold of his bedroom. He was turned so that he was partially in each room, legs straddling t..

This is a story of two friends trying to deal with heartache and longing. Two friends who find solace in one another.