Either side of a wall, two people were supposed to be asleep. They weren't. They were awake. And alone. The girl felt lonely, as if nobody ever cared about her. The boy felt alone. He was famous, so were all of his friends. But he just wanted to be normal, and with his crush. Similar thoughts reverberated between them. Eventually, he couldn't stand it. It was pitch black and 2:52am. But he had to see her. She heard a noise. Her door opened. She ran and hugged him. Neither alone nor lonely. And they kissed. He fell asleep on her sofa. She made a bed on the floor. They both overslept. When Ellegaard brought breakfast in, she smiled, put the tray down gently, and left. Jesse and Petra had fallen asleep holding hands.
