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He somehow convinced me to spend today with him again.
I'm not sure how he does it.
Today is rainy so going outside is sadly not an option, which means we have to have another movie marathon.
It feels like there are no more things left for us to watch and it's only been a few weeks since we have moved in together.
Wait, no. I just let him sleep in my house.
"Is there anything you have in that idiotic mind of yours?" I ask while trying my best not to fall off the bed.
We're sitting on my bed. He's all the he way to the wall and I'm on the edge, hanging on for dear life. Not to mention that our bodies are still slightly brushing against each other.
"No idea."
"Hm."
Jisung looks around my room as if it's his first time here. It seems like he's trying to take in all the small details and objects that had been carelessly thrown around.
"You know what I've always wanted to do?" he tilts his head and looks at me. I look back.
"How would I know?"
His eyes roll sassily. "painting my nails."
"Why would you want that?"
"Why not? Seems fun."
My head turns away and I think for a while. There must be some nail polish left from my mother somewhere.
But it's in her room.
The room I've been frightened to enter for so long.
She died. She died and ever since then I haven't even looked in the direction of that room.
I'm not strong. Not mentally, at least.
"I have some nail polish," I murmur before thinking about it thoroughly. "if you really wanna."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Can I, then..?"
"I.. don't know."
"What do you mean?"
"It's in my mother's room." I sigh, resting my head against the ceiling. The pressure hurts.
"Oh." he nods slowly. "Want me to accompany you, then? For comfort, you know."
It takes me some time to answer, because it's hard. It's hard to even think about stepping in.
I'd like to believe that it would be like in those movies, where the room still has her nice floral fragrance I have forgotten.