Perfect. [Completed]

Chapter 22. The Picnic

Xara's POV.

Not a minute passed, and Romeo's wrists were once again hidden beneath a thick layer of clean bandages. It looked good, although he had moved his hands a bit, getting used to the new sensation. I sighed and shook my head at the sight, his skin wasn't much darker than the white cloth. We really needed to get under the sunlight.

- We ready to go? - I asked my roommate. It's not like my memory could help me out with knowledge of picnics, I had genually no idea what the hell to do. So, for now, I simply had to rely on Romeo. Good thing we had established some sort of trust between us, it was good not to be suspicious of him anymore.

- Yeah. - He nodded eagerly and pointed at the counter. - We just gotta go grab some food, that's all.
I leaned back so that I could see anything from behind his form. Sure enough, on the counter there stood two plates with something on them. I couldn't tell what it was, though, because they were covered with some cloth, that looked suspiciously like Romeo's prison clothes.

A grin appeared on my face. If he had decided to screw everything and show such disrespect towards his clothes, it surely meant that my "pity treatment" was working wonderfully.

My roommate grabbed the plates and turned to me. Just one look of his face made me frown slightly. His dark eyes weakly narrowed, his jaws gritted together, some of the muscles on his face tense. Almost as if he was expecting something bad to happen. A sigh escaped my lips, clearly we hadn't overpowered all mistrust between the two of us.

- What is it? - I asked, tilting my head and trying to sound as calm as possible. Just be calm, Xara, it's all gonna be okay. He will be happy, you will be happy, John Doe will not be happy.
Romeo looked on the floor for a split moment, as if it could reassure him, before lifting his head. The gaze of his dark eyes locked with mine, and I cringed as a needle of pain jabbed in my forehead. It disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, and I was left in doubts. Had it ever been there at all?

- Well... - The redhead sighed and tightened his grip on the plates. - It's just... I was usually cuffed while being outside, apart from community service, but-
His voice trailed off as I rolled my eyes to the point where my head began to ache once again. Seriously? Hadn't I given him enough proof that I would not do that to him?

- Have you seen your hands? - I folded my arms. Weak irritation bubbled up in my chest, but I tried so very hard to push it down. - I'm not gonna injure them anymore, not even with these bandages on. Although, if you really want to...
Romeo shook his head swiftly, and I couldn't help but chuckle silently. For a moment there was weak panic shown on his face, until he realised he wasn't in trouble. Relief quite literally swept over his face.

- Can you please grab these mugs? - My roommate nodded in the direction of two cups, with some brown-ish liquid inside them. I nodded and took them, moving my fingers away in order not to burn myself. Whatever it was, it was hot, but no milk. Strange scent touched my nose, something like I had hardly ever smelled before. However, it brought back some blurry memories. I frowned, breathing in the scent. Hmm... I knew I had tasted it before, but when?

- Xara? - Romeo tilted his head. I looked up and went over to the door, careful not to spill even a drop of that liquid. He somehow managed to take both plates in one hand and opened the door for me, allowing me to walk out.

The sun felt warm and pleasant against my skin. I closed my eyes and exhaled, allowing my body get all the warmth it needed. After so long of being stuck under the layer of bedrock, nothing could be as wonderful as breathing in so much fresh air that mu lungs felt they were about to explode.

Nowhere to hurry to, nothing to worry about. Gosh, never had I ever chetished the ability to breathe like now! It felt like even after coming from the Underneath, I was still stuck under a cloud of some sort, never appreciating the opportunity to see the sunlight again. I mean, I could've been still rotting down there, stewing in the heat and stiffness and my own hatred.