The same roof 3|| HEROPHINE

thirteen: keys

♫-Human Touch by Betty Who

꧁ Josephine's POV ꧂

I slap my hands gently on my tights.
I look up at him, trying to keep my tears under control.

Am I ready to see him every morning?
Am I ready to see him around the apartment?
Am I ready to sleep under the same roof but in two different beds?
Am I ready to see him around and not be able even place my head on his shoulder?
Am I ready to even breathe his same air?

The answer is no but am I going to tell him no?
The answer is no again.

"Listen..." I start with my lips are getting dry.
"I don't know how much I'll be staying in London but of course you can stay. You can stay how much do you want." I say and I finally relax my shoulders.

I see him frowning his whole face.
"Wait... where are you going?" he asks me confused.
"New York." I say and right after pressing my lips in a thin line, while I torture my hands.

His lips opens themselves, his eyebrows rises and he looks away.
"And when you will be back?" he asks sipping his almost finished glass of orange.
Should I tell him? He will find it out anyway.
"Hero. I live there." I tell him.
He turns slowly on my way.
"What?" he asks.

꧁ Hero's POV ꧂

That's explains so many things.
That's why everyone were so shocked that day.
They looked at her from her toes to her hair.
It was like they were looking at a ghost.
They saw her for the first time after I don't know how much since that day.
Now everything seems clear. That's why there are just furniture here and that's why she bought so much groceries.

"Oh so that's why here is so empty." I say looking around.
"Yep." she says nervously smoothing her trousers, sliding her palms on her thighs.
"Why you are here?" I ask her and she looks at me like I'm a fool.
On her face is flashing: what the fuck you mean what I'm doing in my own home?

"I mean, why you are back?" I ask her fixing the question.
She takes a moment to think to the answer while she wets her bottom lip.

I don't know if she's taken or not but fucking hell I don't know how I cohabitated with her. She so freaking attractive.

"You." she says exhaling like a liberation.
I swallow hardly.
"Me what?" I ask her not understanding.
"I came here because I knew about your accident." she says fixing her hair placing them back her shoulders.
Wow, this is impressive.
She came here to make sure that I was alright?
Why don't do it with a phone call?
Did we had this close friendship?
My childhood friends didn't came but my roommate came from New York?

"I don't know what to say." I say while I wish I could remember all our moments and be a bit more grateful of her sweet gesture.
"You don't have to say nothing." she says doing a sour smile looking straight avoiding my eyes.
I'm such a jerk.

"Hey." I say sliding closer to her and she finally place her eyes on me looking at little gap between us.
I place my right hand on her knee.
I look at my hand noticing how her little is her kneecap. My hand is covering her whole kneecap.
I look up and I find her staring at me while her mouth is a little open.
"Thank you for being here." I say.
She exhales and then smiles looking at the ground.
I take my hand away.
"Of course, I'll always be here for you." she says looking at me right at my eyes and I immediately understand that under her words there is a deeper meaning that I can't understand because I forgot everything.
"Again, I'm so sorry for how I treated you." I say again feeling even worst after her last phrase.
"Hero stop it. It's alright, I can understand how overwhelmed you are feeling so you don't have to say sorry." she say behaving her hair away from their neck and taking them right back of her shoulders.