With a shaky, quiet sigh, he stepped over the threshold into the room of the girl; although at first, when the lights came flickering back on, he thought it might be his room. Gut wrenching symmetry; it was all the same, from what he could tell. He moved away from the door and into the room, and as the door swung shut and locked itself, he turned to stare back at it, meeting the triangle's glare with one of his own.<em> Yeah, fuck you, too.</em>He thought.<br/><br/>He shakily approached the bed, and sat down on its corner. Christ, why did she have to be asleep? Why did he have to wake her up, too?  Oh god. He can feel hatred for himself welling up as he moves, reaching out to lightly touch her shoulder, giving her only a hint of a gentle shake, his voice barely above a whisper. "Hey. Wake up."