Noah returned to their apartment. He had started to feel it was warmer and more like a home since Ivy started living with him. She added colour to his dark world. He took off his coat and hung it up, then took off his shoes. Walking into the living room traces of Ivy were everywhere, he smiled and entered the bedroom.
Seeing Ivy curled up in bed like a burrito he went to the closet picked out some lounge pants and entered the shower. He cleaned off the blood and sweat from earlier. He didn't want to pollute their life with any of his business. He got washed up and dried, putting on his loose lounge pants and entered the bedroom again.
This time Ivy was tossing and turning to shout. He realised it was a nightmare, he quickly approached the bed and sat next to her.
"Please no, let me go. Don't touch me".
Noah rubbed her face and woke her.
"Ivy, it's ok. Your home".
