A/N: So It's been like two years since I've written anything here, but I thought I'd throw one in here. Who knows, maybe I'll stick around for longer than I did in 2012.

Three thirty seven. They say not to buy a digital clock because being able to read the faint red digits makes it harder to sleep at night. For someone with insomnia, the numbers become fixations, reminders of each minute passing. Three thirty eight. I trashed the sheets off of my bed at three thirty four and at three thirty five I attempted to put the fitted sheet back on but the corners of my bed were obscured in the twilight of the street lamps. And I couldn't be bothered to turn on the light. They also say to keep the lights off when you can't sleep. To turn off all electronics. Three thirty eight. I stopped listening to music about two hours ago when I lay down to go to bed, but I kept surfing the internet. Is it narcissistic to Google yourself? It's been a while since we had been famous, and my results are still at the top of the page. But I have an uncommon name, so it really isn't that strange. Only Teddy Roosevelt came up before me when you searched "Theodore", so I feel like that's a good person to be second to. Four twelve.

The street lights and wayward cars painted my bedroom with streaks of beige strobe, but I always wanted it to last just a bit longer, to linger with me. But it was light. It never wanted to stay longer than its expected course, which I guess made it a good house guest but a terrible friend. My phone shakes the spare change, rattling the coins around the glass plate that I tossed them on after being out with Alvin all night. I deleted her number on my phone, but I recognized it. It's been a while since I'd have to memorize any number, but I thought it was always good to know one, in case I was in a car accident and my phone was shattered on impact and I needed to call somebody. So deleting her number wasn't exactly the best tactic, or even an idea that made much sense. I tried to convey this to Alvin, but he turned away my protests with more shots and to take all of his advice.

"Moshi moshi," I said.

"Theo?" she said.

"Ellie, thanks for calling me so late. You woke me up," I said.

"Liar, I knew you would be awake. It's not like you never get any sleep anyway.

I laughed and she laughed but she stops herself mid laugh and I follow suit

"It's been a while," I said.

"It's been a week," she said.

"That long? It feels like shorter, or longer. Something. It doesn't feel like a week, you know?"

"Right," she said, "so I'm going to grab a few of my things tomorrow morning before I go to work, if you're free to open up the apartment for me."

"It would be easier if you'd just come over now," I said.

"It's like five in the morning."

"Four thirty three."

"Alright, so four thirty. It's kind of an unseemly hour to be running around and moving things. I wouldn't want to wake up your neighbors."

"They're bad people," I said, "Anyway, if you want to get your things out of here quickly then we should just take care of it and not worry about having to wake up tomorrow and rush you before you get to work."

"Theo-"

"And anyway, where are you going to put all of your stuff while you're at work? It's not like you have a particularly large car and I know how stressed you get at work. I wouldn't want all of your things to smell like cigarettes either, after you've made such an effort to hide your habits."

"Theo—"

"So, it just makes more sense for you to come over here now and get it. It's mostly boxed and we can get it all set up quickly and get you back home."

"Your earlier argument said that you didn't want to hold me up for work," she said, "but now you're advocating that we can get it done relatively quickly."

"Why are you still awake right now? Can you sleep?"

"I'll be over in five minutes," she said, "let's just take care of this."

She came in without a word and went to our bedroom. Her bedroom. My bedroom. She went to a bedroom and started grabbing the boxes I had left for her in anticipation for her need to move. She rustled through the piles of her clothes and tossed everything into the boxes.

"How's Brittney's been?"

She rolled off of her knees and looked up at the celling. She clasped her eyes with her hands and exhaled, "She's with some dude right now. He's been around a couple of times, but he hasn't introduced himself to me. I think they talk about me when he comes in. Her bedroom goes silent until they start at it," she said.

"Alvin was telling me about that," I said.

"Hall passes, to the both of them," she said, "I don't get it, but who am I to say what works for them."

She laughed and rolled back over to the boxes. She hadn't started putting her things into the boxes again, but rather she laid up against the box with the arms outstretched against the carpet. She looked like a green banana on the floor.

"I wish you hadn't left," I said, "You look like a banana on the floor, and that's certainly something I miss around here."

"Did you just think of that?" she picked herself up and started cramming her clothing into the box again.

"No, I've been thinking about it for a few days now."

"I meant the banana comment."

"My response still stands."

She laughed and moved onto the drawers, "Well, if you've been thinking about it for a while, then why hadn't you said anything?"

"I would have if I thought I still had any sort of chance of convincing you to come back."

"Well you don't."

She hadn't put it into words yet, but I knew that it was true. It was over, as dead as dead gets, but hearing it made it so much more real. Five fifty nine.

"You never did tell me why you're awake, and why you thought it was appropriate to call me and tell me you decided that you needed to come over tomorrow morning to take care of all of this. I haven't seen you wear any of these pieces for months, maybe even years," I said.

"It's still my stuff and I'd like to have it."

"Why were you awake?"

"I just was," she said, "It's not like I can't be awake. I can just be awake, I can just not sleep."

"That was the most bizarre sentence."

"Can we just do this without exposition?" she said, "I was awake: I wanted to get my clothes, I'd been meaning to do it for a while and I thought you'd be awake because you always are," Six oh two, "And you were and so was I so now I'm getting my things."

"You have work in like three hours, are you not going to sleep?"

"Tomorrow's my day off. I'm not sure why I told you that I needed to work tomorrow, but I don't. So I'm planning on going home and sleeping until I wake up."

"Oh."

She smiled weakly and taped up the two boxes. She stacked them up and moved them towards to the door, "This is all I needed, I think. Can you think of anything I'm missing?"

"No, but I think I know why you were awake."

"Besides the fact that I was just not able to sleep?"

"Yes, you miss me as much as I miss you and you can't sleep as a result of it. Why else would you reach out to me so late?"

"So, here's the real deal," she said, "Theo, you always spent your time idolizing me and thinking you know my actions and my reasons. You made me into the image of what you thought I was and that's incredibly problematic because it simply doesn't fit who I am as a person, Theo. I'm Eleanor, but you made me into another Eleanor. I was awake because I was awake and there isn't some ulterior motive or idea there. It's just what happened."

"Things don't just happen."

"Yes, they do. There's no grand tapestry or well thought out plan. You spent so much time in your head thinking about what I was thinking about or why I was doing something. I just did stuff. I wasn't thinking about anything," she stopped and grabbed the boxes, "It's always so damn simple, but you make it so much more complicated than it ever is, or ever could be."

"I'm sorry."

She put the boxes down and sat on them, looking at me. Her eyes were big and baggy with the dragged down slopes of sleepiness tearing away at them, "Yeah?"

"Yeah. You're right."

"Well, thank you, Theo," she said. She leaned back into the door and pulled herself down a bit, "Are you sure that there isn't anything else here?"

"Yeah."

"If you find anything, call me and I'll come pick it up," she tumbled to the ground and picked up the boxes as she rose back up, "For what it's worth, I'm sorry too."

"Thanks," I said.

"Yeah. Can you get the door please?"

I reached out and grabbed the door for her.

"I'll see you, Theo."