If It's In You; a Syd Barrett Fanfic

Two

"Ms. Barrett," I start out, almost saying 'Mrs.' "I have moved out of my parents' house and I was wondering if I could rent out a room here?"
"Of course dear! What made you decide to move out so suddenly?" She responds.
The thing I never told Roger, or anyone for that matter, is that I've been sleeping under the bridge for 2 months. It isn't as bad as it sounds. I walk around the streets during the day, playing my guitar. Sometimes I go over to Roger's and stay a few nights. But everywhere I go, my book bags go with me.
"I, um, I've.." I start.
She looks at me, and I start to feel guilty. No one knew how bad my parents were. She always tells me I should love my parents, for I'll never know when they'll be gone. She says this because she lost her husband, Roger's dad, four years ago. I noticed a huge difference in Roger when it happened, but it's influenced him musically and I'm very proud of him. He could've turned to drugs, but he didn't.
"I just decided to leave." I finally say. She looks suspicious, but she shrugs.
"Just put your name and information in this book, I'll get you a room."
After a few minutes, I see her come back down the third floor stairs, stand at the top of the second, and shout for me to come up. She lead me to the third floor, and all the way to a back hallway.
"It's small, but it's all we have right now. It's Roger's old room, I haven't rented it out to anyone, just for his sake. But he should be fine with you sleeping here."
I take a step in the old room. I imagine posters and guitars everywhere, rather than a single framed portrait of a flower, a twin bed, and a set of drawers with a rocking chair in the corner.
"It's lovely. Thank you for this! What's the payment plan?"
"I imagine you don't have much money, being young and all. So for now it's free. But after a few months, I'll have to ask you to start paying. Just looking out for you, making sure you get a job."
"Yes ma'am. Thank you, where's Roger?"
"He's in the attic. That's where we sleep and that's where the kids mostly stay. I'll go get him!"
And with that, Ms. Barrett walks to the end of the hall, down another hall, and opens a door which reveals yet another set of stairs, leading up to the attic. A few minutes later, Roger runs down the hall to my room.
He smiles when he sees me. "What brings you here, baby?"
"I moved out."
"Why?"
"I.. I um.." I can't talk to Roger. I can't lie. He knows me too well to know when I'm lying. I look in his eyes and he looks concerned. I catch myself burst into tears and collapse into his arms.
He pulls me into my room, trying to hush me and telling me it's okay.
After a few minutes of uncontrollable sobbing, I finally told Roger what had been happening to me my whole life. How I moved out two months ago.
After I finished telling the him my unfortunate life events, he bit his bottom lip and pulled me into a hug. A silent hug. But I heard everything. After the hug, he kissed me long and hard.
"Abigail, you can tell me these things."
"I just feel like you'd think I'm ungrateful, you lost your father!"
"Ungrateful? You're anything but ungrateful. Abigail, I love you. I love you so much. More than the sun loves the moon. I love you to death. Please don't feel burdened to come to me for anything."
I nod and kiss him. How could someone not love him? He's honestly perfect.