I know it sounds cheesier than Cheetos, but the nights when we don't talk are the hardest. I've never been so in love with a headset as the day it brought your voice to me. There's something that just feels complete in hearing you say "goodnight" and "I love(more) you" just before I fall asleep.
Since then I've had very few rough nights, but for the ones where our lives separate us. I search out snippets of you but your recordings rarely smile, and never laugh. Your jokes are for some stranger, not for yourself and not for me.
I'll give in and become myself after an hour. I read, I write. I do what I know I enjoy. I don't lose myself when you are gone. After all, I am my own person. I just like me better with you. (less)
He closed his book as the clock hit the time it was for the library to close. Silence filled the room and the dim florescent lights painted the tables, chairs and the clean specimens of books with a faint glow. The cold air touched his skin and he shivered(more) briefly looking for that missing cloak.
Glancing from his position behind the stands he saw one student with blonde hair slowly reading his book fighting to keep the sleep away. He took notes now and then but showing lack of energy. His handsome friend was already slumped in his seat as he watched him with careless apathy.
"I'm closing," he said. The blonde guy raised his pen arm and waved and his fried shook his head. "Just wait, please, I need another minute," the blonde guy said. "Make that 5 minutes- no 10 minutes."
"I'm closing," he said.
The guy stood up and tapped blonde one lightly in the arm. "Hey, we should go. We can't keep Mr. Librarian here waiting. Old people need there rest."
The librarian walked out of his nest after putting his things to their proper containers. He gave the guy frown. "Dude, I'm a student."
The guy shrugged and his locks waved smoothly against the dim lights. "You were a coffee guy last month."
"I've been replaced," he said shaking his head. "Now let's go. I actually need sleep."
The guy lifted his friend up by the shoulders and smiled with perfect teeth. "Sure, let's go dude."
"Okay, okay," the blonde said picking up his things hastily.
The librarian was already on his way out when the handsome guy tapped him and nodded his head towards another table. "Hey, the new coffee might be bitter."
Ponytail and glasses were slumped against the table sleeping and snoozing.