i'm going home.

Science Fiction

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I felt so horrible for Columbia. I couldn't sleep. I had a strange room, actually. The bed was rather big with a canopy. I sat at the side of the bed, itching for a cigarette. I took one of the pillows and sat it on my legs and rested my head on the pillow. I sighed and was about to cry. That suddenly stopped when I heard a knock at the door. "Columbia?" I called out.
The guy with makeup popped his head in and said, "No. God I hate that name. Just me... Hope that's alright." Without my shoes on, we wouldn't have been even height. I had to have been shorter than him, and he was very dominating already, even if he was just halfway through the door. I was insanely excited that he was here, but put my head down again. He walked over and asked, "Darling, whatever is the matter?" in that seductive voice, with an odd accent, he had.
He sat next to me. He had one of those silk robes on, similar to the one Columbia gave me, but his was a different color. I couldn't help but cry now that I was going to have to tell him what was upsetting me. With mascara running down my eyes now, I brought my head up, and saw his sympathetic eyes. He reached an arm out and around my side, pulling me closer to him. I laid my head on his chest and kept weeping. He took one of my hands and simply held it. He didn't tell me to tell him what's wrong. We just sat there, until I did say something. "You killed him."
        He tensed up and stood. He gave another sympathetic look and came to the other side of the bed and lay down, not under the covers. Since I was still in nothing but my underclothes, I did get under the blanket and laid my head on his chest yet again. "I know darling, but I had to. It was a lot more than him just living in my deep freezer for a while," he continued, beginning to sweet-talk me, "When I saw you today... suddenly the fuss about unveiling Rocky died down inside of me. You were my main worry. You've got style, hair to die for, and my god your shoes. OH THE SHOES!" he told me dramatically. "What did you say your name was again? Y/N?" He asked, in which I responded in the affirmative. "Frank, right?" I then asked, and he said yes. " I liked you the moment I laid my eyes on you, too."
—"mmmmreally?" He said, with his tired voice creating a grumble for each beginning word. It felt flirtatious when he did so.
"I believe I liked your hair a lot more than you like mine, too." I said, smugly. "Ah really Mrs. Nicks?" He said. We laughed for a bit until we both fell quiet. He sat up and looked at me. I sat up too and we felt that one comfortable tension that only happens in one situation.

In a blink of an eye, he kissed me.