My Yellow

Part 40 - Rose

I pull back from Theo and turn back to the closet. I grab out some warmer clothes, and set them on the floor. I open the closet door more and pull out my suitcase. "A friend of mine," I say quietly as I open my suitcase. "Took her life, Maddu and I are going to America for a bit." Theo is silent. I turn my head to look at him. He clears his throat and sits down by me on the floor.

"Do you," he starts to fold my clothes. "Do you need anything? You've gone through... so much in such a short amount of time."

"I think I'm okay," I nod and start organizing my clothes into my suitcase.

"Are you leaving tonight?"

"Tomorrow."

"For how long?"

"I'm not sure," I pause. "Maybe a week or two."

"Oh," Theo shifts.

"Yeah," everything left awkward all of a sudden.

"Theo,"

"Rose," we say at the same time. I move hair behind my ear.

"Go first," I say to Theo. Theo nods.

"Will you call me while you're there?" He asks, his voice is soft and low.

"Everyday," I nod.

"Everyday?" He looks at me. "You don't have to do it everyday."

"If I can't be here in person to annoy you, I'll have to find another way," I force a smile. "Plus, you keep me sane." I whisper.

"Everyday then, I'll wait up for the calls." He says with a small smile.

"Why wait up?" I ask then sigh. "Time differences."

"Mhm," Theo stands up and sits down on the bed. I stand and sit down by him. "Do you want to talk about anything?" His hand moves to my leg, resting right above my knee. I stare at his hand.

"I don't know what..." I feel my heart drop. "I don't know." I lay back on the bed. "Everything went so fast. From her calling me-"

"Thats who called you?" Theo asks. "Earlier when we were out?"

"Yeah," I look over at him. He frowns.

"Rose I'm... I'm so sorry," he whispers. I shrug.

"It'll hit me later. I think I'm too in shock right now," I say sit back up. I reach and run my hand through Theos hair. "Do you think you'll dye it soon? It's been blonde for awhile." I say trying to change the subject before I lose my mind.

"Maybe," a small smile was on his lips. He's hiding something.

"What color?" I move my hand to his face, my thumb going over his cheek. He stares at me.

"I cannot disclose that information," he says in a whisper.

"Okay robot," I move my hand back through his hair, then ruffle it, making his hair messy.

"Hey!" Theo moves head back and shakes out his hair. "Calm yourself," he says and fixes his hair.

"I'm just trying to distract myself," I look down at my arm. "It's almost fully healed now," I move the white bandage off of my arm. The scar going down my forearm is just that now, a scar. No longer a wound or cut.