Saving The Sun

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October's pov

"Okay, so this is home." I tried a smile as I unlocked the door. She gave me a strained one as well as she walked through the doorway. I laid her bag by the bedroom door as she walked down the short hallway to the rest of the apartment. I sighed as she looked around.

I locked the front door and followed her down the hallway. I smiled. There was always something in her blue eyes as she looked at things in wonder as she smiled. My heart sank, because this time, she wasn't smiling.

This whole memory loss thing will be the death of me... I just know it.

"Are you okay?" She asked looking at my smiled turned pained expression. I shook away my thoughts.

"I'm alright. Um... I guess I could sleep on the couch while you take the bed." I replied trying to take my mind off the thoughts.

"I couldn't do that to you. It wouldn't be to hard to keep sharing the bed. Would it?" She asked shyly and confused.

"Maybe not for you." I blurted not looking at her. Then continued to think about where I'd sleep. "Or maybe in the studio. Couch in there is more comfortable."

"You're acting strange." She pointed. "You didn't act like that in the hospital earlier."

I just ignored her and myself as I rambled about sleeping arrangements for me. I walked into the kitchen to prepare dinner, and snapped from my thoughts.

"Hungry?" I asked. She looked at me with a saddened and confused look.

"But you were just- you were- are you okay?" She stumbled. I sighed.

"It's normal. Don't worry. My mind tried to ignore the problems. It's kinda hard to get through it actually." I explained.

"Oh." She looked down at her feet. "Well you weren't listening to me."

"Honestly, Cybil, I wasn't even listening to myself." I defended. She sighed. "Now. You hungry?"

"I guess." She spoke shyly again.

"Guess? Cybil, you're either hungry or not?" I breathed a laugh. This moment made it hard to believe that she was the one who walked up to me. She smiled sheepishly.

"Yeah. A little, but you don't have to cook for me." She answered.

"Yeah, I'm not gonna cook just for myself." I rolled my eyes. "Just sit down and watch some Tv. I'll have dinner ready soon."

"Alright." She said lowly and turned around and walked over to the couch.

It wasn't long before I had dinner ready and set it on the table. She looked up at me, and I knew she was wanting to say something.

"Penny for your thoughts." I said taking a bite of my food.

"N-nothing. Never mind." She shook her thoughts away.

"What?" I asked again.

"You're just going to argue." She replied.

"You don't know that." I breathed a laugh.

"Well, I was just going to say that you don't have to sleep on the couch." She said, and I rolled my eyes. Her fork clanked against the plate, and she pointed at me.

"See!" She nearly yelled. I looked at her dumbfounded.

"What?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. "I didn't argue."

"But you rolled your eyes." She replied.

"I'd ask if you always acted like this at sixteen, burning think I already know the answer." I smirked taking another bite. She mocked me and grabbed her fork.