Another City Of Lights.

*Bonus Chapter*

                    July, New York.

Remy's POV:-

My house doesn't feel like mine anymore. Calling it a house is probably exaggerating it, because it's too small and cramped to be called a house. My three-room-and-a-bathroom apartment is probably a better term for it.
Either ways, my apartment doesn't feel like mine anymore.
It's still messy-apparently all girls aren't clean freaks-but now it's messy in a different way. Instead of my usual dirty laundry and over-read books, now there's even more dirty laundry and more books spread all along the floor and over the faded green couch.
The beige coloured rug I bought for half the price an year ago is barely visible underneath all the trash thrown over it, and I'm literally afraid to see how much more messier my bedroom is, because I'm sure it will be worse.

I throw my book bag on the floor next to my shoes, and make my way towards the kitchen. The tiny kitchen of my tiny apartment is apparently the tidiest of all rooms, since neither of us use it much. And now, it's painted a pale blue and green, because Sam insisted it looked too dull. And God knows I can never manage to say no to her.

The fridge contains some cream cheese, a few bottles of beer, and a container of milk. None of those things will actually satisfy the hunger I've been feeling all day. I probably should have gone grocery shopping this week, but I was always too busy, and too tired to barely function normally. But it is stupid to just assume that Sam will take care of everything too.

Sam, who I thought was supposed to be working, is lying face down on the bed. I see her as I enter my room, her hair a giant brown mess all around her.

In the beginning, I'm sure neither of us was comfortable around the other, and I'm not even sure she liked me or not, but things changed drastically these past few months. And now, as weird as it is to admit, she's everywhere.

And it's not like I see her all the time, but she's everywhere, her scent all around me, he thoughts always in my head.

I usually find myself coming home late at night, and finding leftovers in the kitchen with a note, or breakfast saved for me long after she has gone to work. She tries to even clean the apartment at times, her efforts visible to me if I stop and look. I don't know what is that we're doing, or for how long, but I know that I don't want to stop.

It's a strange thing, to be in a relationship, and yet never talking about it. To be honest, I did try a few times, but soon stopped when I realised that trying to talk to her was a waste of effort, because she only talked when she wanted to.

And it's an even stranger thing to be so completely addicted to a person. It's the one thing I've never before experienced, and maybe that's why it's so frustrating at times, but also beautiful.
It's mostly frustrating because I constantly feel as if I'm up against a ghost. A ghost who she talks about all the time, a ghost who I've never met or seen before, a ghost she tried to stalk using my Facebook account, a ghost with the name of Aaron.
Aaron, who may be completely innocent in this matter, has become my unspoken rival. I don't even know if he liked her, but I can see clearly how much he means to her.
Sometimes I feel like I should try to convince her to talk to him again, and at other times when jealousy takes over, I'm never sure what to do.

When she's not having nightmares, Sam sleeps like the dead. And that's saying something, because I'm a known heavy sleeper, and she even surpassed me. She doesn't even move an inch, even when I've showered and toppled over the lamp in the process to finding my clothes. She doesn't even move when I try to pull one of the pillows from under her, but she does wake up when I suddenly let out a yawn.

It takes us both by surprise, and I laugh when she suddenly sits up in shock. She recovers quickly, and sighs before resuming her position back on the bed.

"There's literally nothing in the fridge", I inform her, watching her fiddle with her hair.
"I know, we should go shopping", She mumbles without moving her head from the pillow.
"We haven't had breakfast in the middle of the night for a while..", I say, hoping she'll say yes. I've missed her.
"Really? Right now?", She says, enthusiasm clear in her eyes as she sits up and looks at me.
"If you're not too tired", I smile back at her.
"Give me a minute of change", She grins and leaps off the bed and runs to the dresser.
I follow soon after, getting my shoes and wallet, and following her out the door.

I've missed this. I've really missed this. I've had to take up extra shifts at the bar I work at to save enough to pay rent. And I've had to classes during the hours when I'm not working, so I rarely got time to even have a proper conversation with her all week. Only on Sunday's do we both have time off, and that's mostly not enough.

But right now is probably the best moment of the week. I can't help but notice how less tired I am now, how suddenly all the worries I had in my head all day have somehow disappeared.
These are the moments that I live for, this is why I work hard and convince myself that it'll be worth it. Because this moment is fleeting, like her smile when she looks at me.

I think usually people don't, but I think that everyone should live for these moments. These moments in time, which are so unexpected that you never see them coming, it could be anything, a scene in a movie, a chapter in a book, or anything else generally in life, these moments that steal your breath away and break your heart and mend it back together all at the same time. These moments that make time stop, and make you feel like anything is possible. These are the moments I live for. And just for a while, everything is perfect.