I'm Ruth.
I've never said that to anyone before.
Well, I've never said anything to anyone before.
You guessed it
I'm mute
Nobody's ever been able to read me
Nobody... until him...
I got up EXTRA early today, I need to look STUNNING today. I wake up with a huge curtain of hair over my face.
Ugh.
I forgot about this... my HAIR.
My hair is the bane of my existence.
Sometime I just want to shave it.
Like REALLY wanna shave it.
I really should cut it one day, it's way too long.
Hey
You know what, why don't I just do it myself?
Like now?
Yep.
Scissors?
I walked to the kitchen to look for them. I opened one of the drawers and saw something I never thought I'd see for a long time.
My book.
The book I was reading when I first met Chance...
I don't remember giving it to him...
He kept it.
I look through other stuff in the drawer, signed baseballs, baby picture, a locket, some battered up diary.
These are things that mean something to Chance... and my book was there?
Does that mean I mean something to him?
If I do... IF
Why did he leave?
Chance
Hanging out with Stacy all day...
is a nightmare
When I was living at home I probably saw her at least once a week
THAT I could bear
But now, she's a bit.. err
I go to bed a little early so I can get away from her for a while but I guess I shouldn't have done that because I can't sleep and my head starts to wander.
And when it starts to wonder, I can't help but think of Ruth.
I wonder how she is, I look at the time and see that is just past ten in the evening. She's definitely asleep by now.
Maybe I could just pop in, see how the house is doing.
I peek out of the bedroom and see Stacy watching something on TV. Damn it.
O well, it's worth a shot.
I hastily get dressed and start to leave.
"Babe, what are you doing?"
Well, I took the shot. And now I'm dead.
"Just out, seeing a friend."
"Don't be out too long, I hate being alone at night."
"Sure thing."
Then I left, during the whole car ride I was going over what I was going to say.
"Hey Ruth, no I just came by to see how everything's doing because I'm just creepy like that. It all seems fine, okay, bye."
Dude
I really should turn back but at the same time I don't want to.
I arrive at the apartment and unlock the door, all the lights are on... I guess she's not asleep?
In the kitchen, my private drawer is open with Ruth's book lying on the counter. She's been through it...
Pssh, why should I care?
I go into the hallway and see a blanket on the sofa. I've never seen it before so it must be one of Ruth's. As I see more and more of the apartment, it looks more like Ruth's house than ever. As if nobody else has ever lived here.
It looks nice.
I peek through the door of my bedroom, a few things have been moved around. So, she's been in here. Wait, is she planning on changing something? What if someone else is moving in?
I haven't seen Ruth yet so my best bet is that she's in her bedroom reading or something. I'm sure she would've heard me and have come out.
I knock on her bedroom door and nothing happens. Maybe she's not even here, and just left all the lights on? Well, it's her electricity bill.
I open the door and breath in the wave of lavender that washes over me. Feels like home. I look around and inspect her room. Taking in the college books, the bright colours, clothes scattered across the floor. And...
her
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There she is, sleeping soundly. Like an angel. She must've fell asleep unexpectedly as she's still wearing her clothes.
It's at that moment of time I stare at Ruth that I question myself.
