Juliette
The soft knock on the door makes me sit up on the bed and hug my legs.
There's no response after three knocks on the door. That doesn't stop Roman from poking his head into the room and locking his eyes with mine.
"I'm going to your funeral." He says. "I'll be back tonight."
Silence stretches between us for a moment before he shuts the door and leaves. It's been five days in this house. They are all used to my silence by now. The only person I talk to is Baby Joy.
That little girl is my source of joy. She keeps a smile on my face. She kills my depression. She's actually the reason why I leave the door open. Not because Roman can poke his head anytime he wants to. But because she can burst into the room anytime she wants and spread rays of sunshine in every corner.
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