I Hate My Roommate

CHAPTER 22

Song: For The First Time - Mac DeMarco

Michelle sat in the corner of the bed, looking at the dark night outside and smoking like those were her last minutes, letting the ashes fall on the floor, searching for a star in the sky, hope, something to live for. She closed her eyes, disappointed and gave up, and remembered all the deaths she had read as she felt the cold breeze lovely hitting her face, either playing the role of someone providing basic life support or another.

"Michelle!"

She jumped and looked alert for the origin of the sound. Aelin was in front of the door, looking down at the black notebook on the floor.

"Aelin... What is it?" I'm alive...

"Are you okay?" They walked to Michelle, looking at her with a distant expression, in her mind between death and life, but she was there, looking at Aelin like she had always done. "You're burning!" Michelle suddenly noticed Aelin in front of her, really close to her face and with both hands on it. "Feeling cold?" They waited for an answer but it looked like the girl, from a certain point of view, was unconscious. "Can you walk? Let's eat something."

I'm not hungry... I'm okay, just need some sleep. The cigarette met her lips again even though extinguished and the body fell on the mattress. "You know... University fucks up my mind."

"You were bleeding from the nose, I'm worried."

Michelle peered at Aelin. "Lin, I don't need a Sage two in my life."

"So that's how it works..." They pierce at Michelle as well. "You push the people that care away?"

Bingo! Just like Hannele, Aelin was amazing at reading people.

Avoiding any tears, the girl laid on the bed, sighed, and looked away, but Aelin had noticed her ocean eye,s and before Michelle could say anything else they involved their arms around her neck and with the ear on her chest whispered about their feelings for her.

"We are going to take care of you, Elle."

"You are too kind," Michelle said after pecking her forehead in the same second Sage's voice came from the kitchen announcing that the dinner was on the table.

While waiting for the soup to cool the torture topic was touched again. Even though the three of them had the same opinion, they agreed there were weak points, like everything else, such as who gets to decide when the situation warrants torture and what, exactly, constitutes it.

"It's understandable, but still wrong, for the interrogators to torture the terrorist in this case to save lives," Sage stated. "Ah, Hannele has to discuss this with you Aelin."

"What about drugs? Should they be legal?"

"You are quite inspired, huh."

"Michelle made me study." They glanced at her, with a hand on the table and the other one holding the spoon.

She was the first one to answer, ignoring the fact that her name was mentioned. The importance wasn't to expose their opinions, she declared, but to put themselves in the ones with a different one and criticize it.

"Good point," Sage repeated twice. "For example?"

"For example, the naturalists." Naturalism was the idea that only natural laws operated in the universe. It looked upon nature as the fundamental spring of everything. "What do you think they would hate about this?" Michelle couldn't maintain eye contact with either of them for too long so in a second she would look at Aelin, at the other at Sage, and then at the plate. Sage tried to guess, saying they wouldn't agree with it. "Yes, I agree with you. However, drugs like cocaine come from fucking plants." She said before taking a spoon to her mouth without any extra movements. "What I'm trying to say is that they would totally disaffirm themselves. I'm not saying all of them are like this, but we still have stupids that won't get vaccinated or get their kids vaccinated because 'we got to let nature act'."