Roommates

By ten o'clock I had finished all the work I needed to do, and therefore, I had officially run out of excuses to stay up and stall the inevitable. Right now, Finn is most likely in my room...our room, getting ready for bed. I turn off the lights and leave my office, I walk down the long hallway until I find myself standing in front of my bedroom door. The silver handle almost taunting me, as I struggle to find the nerve to open the door. I take in a deep breath, telling myself that I'm overreacting, before I open the door.