It's night. You were fast asleep in your room, the moonlight shines in and silence fills the streets outside. Meanwhile in my home across the street: I could not sleep, I merely lay down on my bed, looking up at the celling. Thoughts of depression fills my mind, how I'm just so pathetic; I couldn't even sleep. I just want these thoughts to

get out of my head.

I sit up and look out the window, my gaze falls on your house. I miss our childhood, where I could just walk to your house whenever. I want to relive that, in an attempt to do that, I hop off my bed, being sure to bring my blanket and pillow. I leave, heading to your home. I recall the spare key being underneath a brick near your house. Luckily, it's still there. I use the key to enter your home. After walking upstairs, I approach your bedroom. I take a deep breath, readying myself. I gently open the door.
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