The first month of coexistence was surprisingly good. It was good to share a bed with someone, to have someone to cuddle with while watching a movie, I had missed that a lot. Zoe was quite a good roommate and I saw nothing worrying the first month. The nightmare started in the second one.
She wasn´t as excited as when we moved together and I was starting to notice that. The real Zoe had started to show her real side. She didn´t worry about tidiness anymore. She started to leave her clothes all over my apartment and I had to go and pick them up later. She seemed to be bothered by everything in my apartment, the movies, the decoration in general, but especially by the pictures. Ziva´s pictures.
I had bought some new frames to redecorate my apartment a bit. I had used the majority for pictures of my father and family but I had two left so I used one for a picture of Ziva and me and the other one for a picture of her alone. Apparently, Zoe didn´t like me to have other women´s pictures so she decided to solve the problem, the way she best knew.
