Dreams and Stuff

The Roommate

She spoke and she spoke, and I hated her voice. The messy hair, the unkempt bun, the greasy face- everything about her was just so annoying to me. Her mere sight was enough to send trickles of hate down my spine. My friends would laugh at her, and I was usually the one initiating the jokes.

Everything about her- from her walk, to her dressing sense, her pointless topics to start a conversation, and her 'wannabe-methods' to make me her friend- was just something I could not tolerate for a single moment. She was supposed to go away soon, and my life was supposed to shine again. Soon I was supposed to have a new, and possibly, a hot roommate.

...

Then one fine morning, I noticed she was not in the next room making a morning cup of coffee for both of us, as she usually did. Were I angry or worried? Her room was empty, like it was before she shifted here. No clothes or papers lying around. A few minutes standing at the door of the empty room, did I come to my senses. She had left. No calls, no messages, no prior information about where she was heading to.

I started searching for numbers, like they might be lying somewhere around the house. Phone numbers of her friends, someone from her family, or at least hers. Had I been that rude to never ask her about her family? Too many questions and not enough answers.

I lay there, teary-eyed, heart beating fast. None of the jokes and rumours I used to spread about her made any sense to me now. A night ago, I could see her, feel her presence next to mine. A night ago, I could watch her graceful walk, her beautiful hair, her perfect face, her cute oversized t-shirt, and all of those things I hated before. A night ago, I could hear her voice, and could go on listening to her until I fell asleep. A night ago, she was here.

And at that moment, I knew I could fight the whole world to get a glimpse of her again.