Jim woke me up at 3 in the morning before he left his shift. He and his passed out boyfriend who he was carrying like a bride drove me home. We reached my house that seemed more menacing than ever, I gave him a small 'thanks' as I wobbled out of his car and to the front door. I opened the unlocked door with ease and slid into the cold house. It seemed more like a prison now, the only thing that kept it a cheerful place was Lilah and she was gone. I let tears slip out of my eyes as I trudged up the stairs. I plopped onto my bed not bothering to take my shoes off, minutes later I heard the familiar rattle of my truck and I smiled a bit. Jim did so much more than he had too. With that my eyes fluttered shut letting a final tear slip through.