My Favourite Queers

Odin- Raindrops on Roommates

Trigger warning

???'s P.O.V

I stare into her eyes as my hand gently leaves her soft cheek. Her beautiful, storm-grey eyes, as they well up with tears. Then I jump. 'She'll understand, she always has.' I think as I plummet from the bridge, into the murky waters below.

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Rowan's P.O.V

The water's cold. Or is it stone? I don't remember. I just feel numb. And every day, the numbness only intensifies, it has been for the last couple of years. Has it already been that long? It feels like yesterday. I don't understand. Why would she do something so selfish like that? I can still remember her eyes, oh, those odd, amethyst shaded eyes, before she did it. The pain in them, the remorse. I pound a wall with my fist, and slowly get up out of the cold, drained tub I slept in. Cracking my neck, I stretch, then walk downstairs to fix myself some breakfast. I don't feel like eating, but I do anyway. I made a promise, and even if that person's dead, I intend to keep it.

As I roll up my sleeves to get the food started, I trace my finger down an even row of scars, reminding me of a ladder of sorts, a ladder representing depression. My brother rolls off the couch with a grunt, I ignore him. Letting out a sigh, I turn the burner on and grease a pan while mixing eggs with milk off to the side. I pop an English muffin in the toaster and start warming up some leftover ham on the other half of the pan. Soon, I had a well-made breakfast sandwich that any five-star restaurant would be jealous of. Quickly polishing that off, I go and load the stuff I'll need to move into my new dorm into the back of my truck, and finally, head off to college, my new hell-hole home for the next four years.

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Phoenix's P.O.V

I collapsed on the floor, right in the middle of the dorm. I don't care if my dorm mate sees me like this, I am exhausted. I guess playing call of duty all night isn't the best idea for someone who has to get up at five just to make sure they get their ass in gear. I look out the window, admiring the leaves on the trees and a squirrel, going about its business. It's been too long since I've been in this town, yet it's just as beautiful as when I left. Too bad last time I was here it was on bad terms.

I get up off the floor to continue dragging my shit into the room when I hear the key turning in the lock. My bizarre coloured eyes meet her stunning grey ones, and for a second she looks overjoyed at seeing me, then burst into tears and ran out of the room. Strange... I see she left her key, labeled A312. That was this room. This was her stuff. I start moving her boxes into the dorm so she wouldn't have to do it herself later on. I wonder what I did to make her so upset...

"Jesus," I mutter. "Why do people have to be so fucking complex."

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Rowan's P.O.V

As I anxiously unlock the door, I'm dreading what kind of person I'll have to room with. With my luck, it'll be a stoner or something along those lines. As I turn the knob, a dragging noise stops, and I push the door open, hesitating when my eyes lock onto hers. Beautiful amethyst eyes with streaks of grey through them. I feel joy welling up inside, then I remember: she's supposed to be dead. That's when I burst into tears and run off, leaving my keys and the rest of my stuff to get caught in the rain.

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It's been about fifteen minutes, the rain has started, it's pouring down like a waterfall, and I'm stranded in my truck. As I rest my head on the dash, I hear a knock on the door. I sink lower, not wanting to be bothered, when I hear the door unlock. Crap. I must have dropped my keys. Oh right... I left them with all my stuff, then came back to the unlocked vehicle. I'm such an airhead.