Where love ends.

part six.

Pulling up outside Vivian's flat, the blonde sat in the passenger seat, beginning to feel all sort of anxieties, such as 'Will Roger find us?' 'Does he know where we are?' 'Is Roger tracking me?', all of which were perfectly valid questions as the psychotic male had once before tracked Siobhan's location when she'd returned home late from work after finding her sat in their local bar. The bar was always Siobhan's safe place, somewhere she could go to hide from the horrors that met her when behind closed doors, alone with her fiancé.

The blonde had begun to feel that way about Vivian as whenever they were together, Siobhan had always felt like she could let her guard down and be completely vulnerable with her. The raven-haired woman had become her comfort person, the only one in the universe who she felt truly understood her and the only person she felt she could turn to whenever she needed a shoulder to cry on. It upset the blonde to think that the person she'll be spending the rest of her life with will never be her shoulder to cry on, her rock or her person.

She often wondered whether Vivian would be in her life forever or whether this friendship would be like all her others, over within a matter of months and always ending on bad terms. But this wasn't the time to be pondering over such tear-bringing questions as the pair had just pulled up outside Viv's flat, the raven-haired woman stopping the car and turning to look at the blonde next to her, who looked visibly so anxious.

"Bon-Bon my love, are you ok? What's troubling you?" The dark-haired woman asked, tucking a strand of the blonde's hair behind her ear and cupping her face with her hand, slowly caressing her cheek with her thumb in an attempt to soothe her, to comfort her.

"Yes, sorry I'm fine I was just reminded of things Roger has done in the past but that's a story for another day, don't worry Viv, I'm ok." Siobhan replied with a reassuring, warm smile.

Vivian returned the same reassuring, warm smile and the pair swiftly get out the car, entering the block of flats and making their way up the numerous flights of stairs until they reached the 6th floor. Walking down the seemingly endless corridor, Siobhan began to feel a sense of security, not only in the fact that her friends landlord's main focus for his residents was confidentiality, but also because she finally got the chance to spend quality time with her comfort person without the worry of who might be watching.

They eventually stopped outside apartment 64, Vivian pulling her key out of her pocket, unlocking the door and interlocking her hand with Siobhan's, leading her inside. As the blonde made her way inside she was immediately hit with the smell of sweet vanilla that loomed around the living room, admiring the array of plants, candles and well placed ornaments.

As she explored her surroundings, she noticed that the entire flat was colour coordinated, with green and orangey-yellow accents that complimented the grey-ish walls perfectly. Her attention was quickly averted at the sound of her darling Viv grabbing two glasses out the of the kitchen cupboard and a bottle of red to which she carefully poured and handed to the blonde.

As they both made their way to the living room, they both gently sat on the cream-coloured sofa, careful not to spill the wine that would've stained and never come out. Vivian had sat herself first, Siobhan following close behind and sitting next to her, close enough to be able to reach out to her if needed but not too close to make her uncomfortable. There was a moment of silence between the two but it wasn't awkward, filling the room with a peaceful, comforting feelings in which the blonde felt like she could fully switch off and be who she really was.

"Can I just ask, and please don't feel like you have to answer if you don't want to but... is that what Roger's normally like behind closed doors?" The dark-haired woman turned to ask, terrified for what the blondes answer would be.