Forgetting Roman

{fifty-three}

{fifty-three}

                With the Holiday’s over, things returned back to normal. My brother had gone back overseas and I had come back to university. Livvy had shown up at our dorm a few hours before I had, bags and bags filled with new clothing littering our carpeted floor.

                She had been too busy hanging up her new jeans and blouses that she hadn’t even noticed when I entered our room. It wasn’t until I let the door shut behind me that my dorm-mate jumped and turned around.

                Her colored eyes grew wide and before I knew it I was pulled into her embrace.

                “You bitch!” she screamed as she squeezed the life out of me. “You scared me!”

                I laughed and squeezed back with as much strength as I could muster.

                “I bloody missed you,” she said as she pulled back and looked me over, “How did it go? Did you cry when you watched your brother leave?”

                I shook my head and moved further into the room. “No. He did though.”

                “He did?” Livvy asked a bit shocked.

                I let out a laugh and shook my head, “No. But I’m pretty sure if I would have started to tear up he would have also.”

                Liv laughed and continued to put her stuff away.

                “How was your holiday’s?” I asked.

                “Great,” she admitted. “I’m just tired. Anthony wouldn’t leave me alone. I swear that brat is so clingy.”

                Another laugh escaped my lips as I began to put my belongings away, including a few new pieces of clothing that I had gotten for Christmas.

                “Have you spoken with Declan?” my room-mate asked after a few minutes of utter silence.

                I stopped in the middle of folding a pair of jeans and slowly placed them onto the bed before I turned around to face Livvy. “No,” I replied with a heavy exhale. “Not since the day I left. Why?”

                Livvy shrugged and took a seat on the edge of her bed. “I saw him when I pulled into the parking lot earlier.”

                “Oh,”

                “He, uh, he was with someone.”

                “Oh.”

                “Yeah. She didn’t look familiar so I don’t know who she was.” Livvy added.

                Clearing my throat, I ran a hand through my hair and nodded. “Did you want to go for a run?” I blurted out. Over the break, I had worked out frequently with my brother and mother. It sort of turned into a habit whenever I got upset or started to think more than necessary.

                And right about now. I needed a run followed by a long work-out.

                Livvy nodded and smiled, “Sure. Let me get ready.”