Author's Note: This is a story that I started a very long time
ago for someone. There are a lot of details that will make a lot
of sense to that person, and be very meaningless to the rest of
you, but that by no means makes it unreadable – it's just cutesy
Emily/JJ story. :) (something which I don't do very often.) Oh
and the title is a Snow Patrol song – a very good one so you
should all go listen. That is all. Read and review, please! :)
Crack The Shutters  I wake to feel you breathing next to me, and
for a moment I find myself happily lost in cliché. The single
cliché moment where you feel wholly content, and instead of
cringing at such a thing, I realise that clichés only exist
because they're truths, they do happen.  But then something
about this isn't cliché. Cliché defines as trite and familiar,
but there's nothing trite about something you've very rarely
felt, and there's nothing familiar about waking up next to you.
It isn't familiar; it's never happened before now. It's simply
comfortable, and I fi