Allen stared at the ceiling above, the fan whirring and the ceiling slightly shaking from the movement of the fan. What have I done? He thought to himself. Am I truly me anymore? He shifted on the bed, and looked toward the wall.
He thought back a few months ago, when he talked to Lavi. They never talked now, but Allen wanted to be friends again. I lost him. What happened? Did I do something? Am I spending too much time with someone else? Did I just….stop talking to him? Am I losing my communication skills? God, I don't know.
Allen reached over and turned off the light, and tried to clear his mind and go to sleep.