Rue Bennett

It’s 2 am. Why the fuck is she crawling through your window? No fucking clue.

You sit up on your elbows as you lay in bed, looking at her in confusion as she comes stumbling into your room through your window.

Lately, she’s been needing to sleep in the same bed as you. You have a feeling it’s because it’s close to the time of her dad’s death anniversary, but you would never bring up your suspicions. Not unless she outright says so.

But then again, she’s always been this clingy. Like a lost puppy trying to find her way home.

“Hey, baby,” She huffs, out of breath from climbing the trash can onto the roof to get to your window. “sorry if I woke you.”

She kicks her converse off, sliding into bed next to you, like it’s her own, wrapping her arms around your waist. That’s just how comfortable she is with you and your space.