Yours Unconditionally

Have you ever been in a situation...

Edmund

Have you ever been in a situation where God decides to mess up more or so because the Big Guy was getting bored sitting around in heaven?

Well, my life is a perfect example of such a situation. The family drama obviously wasn't enough, so he decided to add the one person I've been doing everything in my power to ignore, to the picture, as my roommate. Just, perfect.

I looked at the blue-eyed girl, walking around the place with a curious look on her face. Her 5'5'' physique looks taller in those black plumps, making her toned legs look even longer. Her hands playing with her brown waves, subconsciously, as she made her way to my bedroom. She looked around at the blue and cream walls, her eyes wandered to the books stacked neatly on the study table. Clearly, she looked impressed.

"It's nice. Can use some more color, you know?" she chirped in her sweet voice, but not too sweet to sound high-pitched. Her thick English accent was evident in her voice and I wondered how come it sounded so genuine. Her gaze turned to me and I raised an eyebrow, hands crossed over chest. "Thanks for your compliment, but that's not where you going to live, princess," I said in a straight voice and opened the door to the spare room.

Jordan used to live here before he moved in with his girlfriend last year. The room hasn't been opened since then, and it's clearly not in any way close to habitable. The walls have lost the layer of paint, the dust is almost like the second set of tiles and the sounds of rats and other creatures running around. Well, in short, not something my little princess would like.

A few coughs escaped her throat as she covered her mouth with her hand, a look of horror crossed her heart-shaped face. "How am I supposed to live here?" she said through coughs. "Not any of my concerns," I said with a bored expression, before leaving her to figure out her mess. "Oh, and by the way, good luck playing with colors."

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Unlocking the door of my apartment, I made my way inside only to come across a petite figure, curled up in a ball on the large white couch in the living room. Her hands tightly clutching the cushion, like it would run away the second she eases her grip. Her eyes closed, making me realize she was in a deep sleep.

She's probably going to wake up with a sore back. I wondered.

Wrapping my arms around her small body, I carried her to my bedroom. Her body tense and her eyes shut close tightly. "Rats," she said, and I had to look at her to figure out if she was still asleep. "Big brown rats," she repeated in disdain. The perfect arcs of her eyebrows knitted together as she frowned. It turned out, she talks in her sleep. "They won't hurt you. I promise," I said softly, and caressed her back gently. Naturally, she calms down.

Placing her down on the bed, I covered her up in a warm blanket. Her lilac scent engulfed me as I did so. She, on the other hand, purred like a kitten. Feeling content about being placed on a bed, "Good night," I said in a hushed voice before leaving her asleep.