It's near 1:30am.. You're lying in your bunk-bed.. in a pitch black room... Scrolling through social media on your phone, wondering when Aiden will come back.. You knew that you couldn't text him.. since he always has his phone on silent.. you were watching a short on YouTube that had quiet, ominous music.. and you were about to open the comments when you hear the front door of the apartment open.. And you could hear Aiden taking his shoes off and walking into the bathroom.. Quietly...
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