[ WP ] Three friends . Four AM . No dialogue

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 The girl in the room is crying. I ’ m on the floor. I can ’ t sleep. Jack ’ s asleep on the other bed, the one Jane ’ s not sleeping on. I just stare at the ceiling. It ’ s a wonderful nothing, I guess. Songs I haven ’ t listened to in three or four hours keep playing in my head. I would listen to music but my music player thing is out of battery. I ’ m out of battery, it seems. I ’ m so tired all the time. So bored. Bored because I want something to happen, but I ’ m too lazy to actually do anything about it. I ’ m in charge of my life and it only takes one little action to change it forever. Then I wouldn ’ t be bored any longer. All about me. Huh. It ’ s all about me. 
 
 I get up, and stretch. I yawn and rub my eyes, and look outside. My God, it ’ s beautiful. I should just go outside. Jane is still crying, only they ’ re soft sobs. I know I should go over and comfort her, or something. I ’ ve been friend ’ s with her for awhile. I ’ ve also been friends with Jack. It ’ s funny. I always feel like I ’ m alone all the time when there are people all around me. 
 
 I check my phone. No messages or anything, why should there be? It ’ s four in the morning, and nothing is happening. The world is still. I go outside onto the pavement and look up at the sky. Jack ’ s house isn ’ t in the city or in a town so it ’ s easy to see the stars burning bright. It is euphoric, in a way. I find comfort in the smallest things, and I think that ’ s all I want, really. Comfort. Peaceful moments. Repeated things. 
 
 I hear the sliding door open and close quietly. Jane sits near me. I look at her and smile, a melancholy half smile, and I say nothing. I think it ’ s because I don ’ t have anything to say. All I do is touch her shoulder, and she closes her eyes. I take my hand off her shoulder and cross mine. Maybe that ’ s all it will take, is one little movement. 
 
 The door opens and closes again. Jack walks up to Jane, places both of his hands on her shoulders, and they kiss, a long, romantic movie kiss. Under the stars. All I can do now is look up at the stars. They seem to beckon to me. They tell me to do something. 
 
 One day I will. One day I will. I know I will. I have to be somewhat substantial. I ’ ll finally write something. I ’ ll finally act in something. Do something. I must do something. 
 
 All I feel is love, but all I hear is nothing. 
 
 I sigh, and look at the sky before going back inside. I may be looking for a god up there, somewhere. What I ’ d do to try again, but what ’ s the point when all this is just meaningless? 
 
 At least I ’ ve come to terms with that.
