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She is lying in bed with the door locked.
He is sitting on the edge of his bed with te door locked.

The curtains are drawn and the lights off.
The curtains are drawn and the lights off.

'The Notebook' is in the DVD player.
'Call Of Duty' is in the Xbox.

An empty tub of ice cream is lying on the floor, next to dozens of crumpled tissues.
The controller is lying on the floor, right beneath the spot where he nearly punched the wall in his own frustration.

She's got her music blasting so loud, so nobody can hear she's crying.
He's got his music blasting so loud so nobody can hear he's crying.

Her fingertips are black from wiping away mascara-stained tears.
His hair is a mess from running his hands through it.

She's replaying their last conversation,
He's replaying their last conversation,

Thinking "I'll never get him back"
Thinking "She'll never take me back"