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“I’m way worse to live with than you are,” you
You were sitting with Gray on a mattress in the middle of
what used to be your living room. Everything else you owned had already been
moved into the apartment you would soon be sharing together. It was a big milestone
in your relationship, one that you had been looking forward to, but it was still
daunting nevertheless. You were happy with how things were already, and though
you joked about it, you were nervous that living together would change that.
Gray was laying beside you. The bottle of cheap champagne
you’d bought to commemorate the occasion sat almost empty next to him. He looked
up at you, admiring the way your mouth moved when you spoke, and felt the fit
of drunken giggles returning.
Drunk Gray was one of
your favorites. You loved the way he got so animated. How he could babble
unabashed to his heart’s content in the most endearing way often to the
amusement of those around him.
“Yeah?” he slurred. “Worse than leaving wet
towels on the floor?”
You tapped your chin with your index finger to act like you
were thinking while Gray struggled to refill his glass.
“That’s a tough one but I think I can beat it.”
“Well I’m awful at doing laundry. You might end up with
a bunch of pink shirts.”
Gray let out an exaggerated groan to bide time while he
wracked his brain for more of his shortcomings.
“Alright I’ve got one: Never ask me to cook. I’ve been
known to set off the fire alarm boiling water.”
“Yah! If you told me that I would never have agreed to
move in with you because I can’t cook either.”
Laughter consumed both of you and you leaned against Gray to
stop yourself from falling over.
“Don’t worry! I won’t let us starve, jagi,” he said,
rolling onto his side to face you. The room was starting to spin around him but
he found that his eyes fixated on the curve of your bottom lip. All he could
think about was kissing you and never stopping but you were still sitting
upright and he doubted he had to coordination to join you. So he let his hand
gently roam across the inside of your thigh, noting the way such a simple touch
could still make the breath catch in your throat, before he continued.
“Even so it’s too late to back out now. I hope you can accept that you’re
stuck with me until our lease is up.”
“Will you accept
that I am hopelessly in love with you, and that there’s nothing you can do that
will ever change that?”
“Accept?” He asked, finding the strength slide his
arm around your waist and pull you down beside him on the mattress. “It’s
what I’m counting on.”
Next week will be the 100th day since you’ve been gone. Words cannot explain how much I miss you and how much I regret not visiting you whenever I had the chance to in my teen years. It makes me angry cause I don’t even have a single memory I can really remember with you cause they were so long ago. I hope to see you soon, I really do..