Juliette
The rain pounds harder on the roof.
The lighting flashes in the room, giving me a gorgeous glimpse of Roman.
I stand in the dark for a long moment. Staring at him. My heart beating. My skin sweating. My mind swearing. I don't know what the fùck I'm doing here. I just know that I couldn't sleep. I kept tossing and turning. Staring at the ceiling. Thinking about Roman. And now my heart has led me here. And I don't know what to say. So I'm just standing in silence.
"How can I help you?" He asks coldly.
"I can't sleep." I whisper. "I can't stop thinking about you. Can you help with that?"
That makes him stiff. It's almost like the thought of me suffering insomnia and thinking about him and asking for his help disgusts him.
"You can't be here, Juliette."
That doesn't stop me
