I sighed, staring into the mirror above the bathroom sink. My whole body ached and I could see bags under my eyes. Another battle in the middle of the night. I'm only nineteen and I already feel the entirety of my millennia long lifespan weighing me down.

I sigh again and turn to leave, shutting the light off as I do so. I turn down the hall, the apartment empty and quiet, and head towards my room. As I pass by the living room, though, I hear a knock at the door. I pause and backup a step to look at it through the dark. It is two in the damn morning. Who would be knocking at my door so late (or is it early)? Slowly I make my way to the door and peek through the peephole. I feel my racing heart stutter as my anxiety calms only to rev back up once I realize that the person on the other side of the door isn't a threat.

My heart says that's debatable.

I unlock and open the door and I'm greeted by your bashful smile.

"Hey."

I smile and step to the side and allow you to enter, which you do. I shut and lock the door and turn to see you waiting for me.

"Did you even make it home," I ask.

You shake your head. "No. I got about halfway to my place before I turned around and headed here."

I nod. "Are you hungry? I could make you something."

You look relieved. "Food would be great."

I nod again and start towards the kitchen. You stay back to remove your jacket and shoes before joining me. You take a seat at the small kitchenette table while I stare into a near empty fridge. There's only enough food to make one thing and I know you are going to scold me.

"A sandwich is fine, Ami," I hear you say. I turn to look at you over my shoulder and you're smiling, though you look as tired as I feel. "I know that's all you have in there."

I can feel myself blush. "Mother hasn't been to the store yet," I respond, taking out the deli meats and cheese. I usually add mustard to mine but I've discovered, in our five years of friendship, you don't like condiments on your sandwiches. We had a bit of a row over it, all in good fun of course.

I finish making your sandwich and cut it in half (you like it horizontally instead of diagonally, weirdo). I grab a bag of chips from the cupboard and spill chips onto your plate before bringing the plate over to the table where you are. I turn back to the fridge and take a pitcher of water out, take a cup from another cupboard and pour you a glass of water and bring that over to you as well. You smile up at me as I sit the cup down in front of you.

"Thank you," you say before tucking in.

I smile and take a seat, watching you eat. I munch on a few chips while you make quick work of your sandwich.

"Oi, stop stealing my crisps," you grouse around a mouthful of food.

I smile and steal another one. "No." Then, to add insult to injury, I take a sip from your glass. You narrow your eyes at me but keep eating. I simply smile.

"Why aren't you eating," you ask after swallowing your bite.

I shrug. "I honestly wasn't very hungry when I got home. I was headed to bed when you knocked."

"I'm sorry," you say. You've finished your sandwich and now munching on the few chips left on your plate.

"Don't be," I respond. I smile at you. "I'm always glad when you stop by."

"Even at two in the morning," you ask. You smile and stand, taking your dirty plate to the dish washer. You open up the washer and place the plate inside and shut it again. Then you go about cleaning up the mess I made to make your meal.

I smile, my chin propped up in my hands, watching you. "Even then," I eventually answer.

You finish wiping down the counter, dry off your hands and walk over to me. I realize my mood has lightened when you brush your fingers back through my hair. It's so nice having you around. I close my eyes and enjoy your fingers running back through my hair.

"Would you be opposed to me spending the night?"

I can feel my smile grow even as my ears burn. "I'm never opposed to that." I look up at you and you offer me your hand. I take it as I stand and together, after shutting off the kitchen light, head towards my room for sleep.