Melissa and Travis sleep together that night, huddled in the darkness of Travis’s bedroom, clothed. Laced together like ivy vines, they breathe and stare into the dark. In the morning, laying on his back, Travis cradles Melissa’s head on his chest. He tries to breathe in unison with her, taking in a breath and letting it out as she does, but he can’t keep up. Not long after that, he drifts off as well again.