The morning after
Roxanne
I opened up my eyes and thought that last night must have been a dream, but as I turned to my right I saw him. Jeremy was sleeping next to me, with his hair messed up, and the blanket only covered the half of his bare chest. Did we? - I asked myself while I loomed around the apartment and saw our clothes laying everywhere. I tried to remember how we ended up in my bed...
My heart was shattered when Jeremy told me why he wanted to keep his distance. He didn't say it, but I felt that his thoughts of seeing me was the same as mine at that moment. His love had to die for us to be together... I just wanted to comfort him. I felt horrible and guilty even if I wasn't the one who killed her. It was my kind. Pairing us was truly a cruel joke or at least I thought. Jere
