Andromache (Rosé x fem reader)

κεφάλαιο VI

Roseanne's PoV

I've washed my sheets and comforters multiple times, it got to the point where my mom had to bar me out of the laundry room in fear of her pockets when she pays the water bill.

But, her smell still lingered in my bed.

Losing a best friend hurts but it feels like I lost so much more. That's if I lost her. She said that she missed me too.

I chanted those words over and over like a group of scared people asking for forgiveness as dark clouds reigned over the sky to weep for a fallen soldier and innocent lives. Scared of the thunderstorm brought upon them from Zeus' anger.

Zeus was merciful like y/n, prudent, and fair. She wasn't easily angered though, she left that to me. And I sure proved my point—I just wish I could also prove to her that I was regretful, that I mean I was sorry and that I'd never hurt her again.

"I know she misses you Rosie just...give it time," Alice said as her body was allowing my doorframe to hold her weight.

Give it time? Give what time? The feelings of her missing me to dissipate until she forgets who I am? What my name is? What we shared?

At this point, I was willing to create my own religion to find an explanation and comfort for what's going on between us. That's what the ancient Greeks did, right? They created mythical creatures, gods, and heroes to comfort those in need during an era of tragedy.

God only if y/n could hear me right now, she'd be shocked at how well informed I am about her favorite topic.

But I listened, I listened to every little rant she gave me about a fallen character that tragically met their destined death and had to leave the love of their life behind. I listened to every lecture, every thought even when she thought I was too engrossed in making sure I had some musical routine down.

"My heart aches for something more Alice and I don't know what it is. I have Nick and I love him but it's like he's not my missing piece. Even with y/n, I craved for something else and I don't know what it is and it's driving me mad."

"I wish I could help you, but there's only so much that I can do." There's so only much that she could do, that I could do, that y/n could do— hell not even that powerful being holding onto us can do anything.

That night, I once again couldn't bring myself to fall asleep. My darkroom haunted me but it was just my thoughts forming into shadows to terrify me of the future. I was never scared of the dark or what could be hidden in the dark, but I also had y/n by my side to reassure me that there were no monsters under my bed or underworld beings watching me from my closet through the slit of my white bi-fold doors.

I remember so vividly how she would stand up before me in her plaid pajama pants, opening my doors and courageously revealing nothing but my clothes hanging. I could almost swear she was in front of me with her Superman stance reassuring me that as long as she was here, nothing would happen. Zeus would be terrified of her, of my hero.

I found myself turning to my side and reaching for my phone that was charging on my bedside table. I pulled my phone away from the wire and gave myself a brief headache from the sclerotic light the screen produced.

I didn't realize how silent my room was until the A/C shut off. My fingertips were now the ones breaking the silence as I tapped harshly onto my phone.

"Are you awake?" My breath hitched at the message.

"Yeah, what's up?" I had never found myself texting Nick with the despair of needing comfort. I didn't even know how to approach him without it being too much for the both of us. He was my boyfriend though, he should be ok with listening to me. He did comfort me that day at the library after all.