He goes to bed at 10pm every night. He finishes his homework and shuts his laptop down like clockwork, then changes his clothes and gets into bed. He dreams but never remembers what.
When he wakes up, he gets ready for school and comes back home thirty-eight minutes past three. He goes on his laptop till he goes to bed.
He likes chocolate and gummy bears and horror movies. He doesn't really have any other friends apart from me and gets upset when the loneliness becomes too much.
He doesn't know what he wants to do after school, maybe live in a big city or maybe settle down and start a family.
We've lived together for 12 months now, it's nice. We couldn't live knowing we were so far away from each other so I moved across the world to be with him. I don't regret it at all.
We don't talk like we used to before, when I first moved in, I just watch him now.
Tonight his routine changed, he doesn't touch his laptop. He just lies on the bed and cries. I was concerned until I looked at his calendar and realised the date.
Of course he's upset; it's been a year since I hung myself.