"I'll save you"

The first thing I thought when I heard those lines were...'Cringe'

The second thing I thought was...'I want to sleep'

And the final thought in my mind was...'Why is that bastard crying?'

I looked at my friend standing near my gate with a teary expression. In most cases I would have ignored him and went back to sleep, but there lies the problem, I can't sleep. So as any sleep deprived person would do when his childhood friend knocked at his gate on 1:27 A.M crying I...

"What the fuck'

...cursed

The later only smiled as more tears pour from his eyes. He was laughing and crying at the same time and the sight made me regret drinking 5 cups of coffee for dinner. For a brief moment I thought to myself 'Am I dreaming?', but of course the answer is no since I can't think coherantly on my dream. 'Then...am I crazy' the answer to that one is simple, a big NOPE, never, not in a million-zillion would that happen. 'Hallucinating?' there's no flying pigs. 'Dead?' still breathing though. 'Sleep deprived?' very. No matter what I thought there wasn't a problem with me in the slightest. 

I looked at Licht who was gripping the gate like his life depends on it. 

'I'm sure of it, he's the problem'

".....haven't....thank...sob....don't..."

"I finally....once....do....happy..."

I could hear him mumble something but it was hard to tell because of his constant sobbing and occasional coughing. I looked at the tear stained face of his, his hair was damped for some reason and snot was travelling towards his mouth. He didn't wear any slippers, his pajamas were to thin and it was nearing winter, he held the gate for support as he crouched and coughed again.

I sighed as I leave the comfort of my doormat and approached the gate. I threw him my coat along with my slippers leaving my feet bare and cold. 

"Go to sleep we have classes tomorrow"

Without a single care on the world I turned around and walked back to my door. Closing the door I caught a glimpse of the guy smiling but this time with no tears included. He mouthed something and as the door closed I couldn't help but snort.

The scary looking guy who looked like mafia member, the guy whose default expression contains a scowl, the same guy that doesn't show a speck of vulnerability, the guy who looked like an abandoned pup 8 years ago...Licht, that guy, he just knocked on my gate past midnight, cried and took my coat along with my slippers. Seriously...

"Thanks"

I looked at the vintage clock that was randomly put on the hallway. It was 2:38 A.M, four hours and twenty-two minutes to go before I prepare for school. With a tired sigh I head to the kitchen.

"Time for my early morning coffee"