requested by ThatLeslieGrossman[didn't know if this is how you wanted it to be but um hope you like it]
3. "Oh, I didn't know the wall was that thin"
14. "You can't just kick me out! This is my room too and hey that shirt is mine!"
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Sarah was sitting in her vanity staring at her own reflection. Her face was bare, showing those light freckles across the bridge of her nose then cheeks, the lines on her face as a sign of aging, the blemishes, bags under her eyes. All of her imperfections were showing. She stared at them – in her head she was being tortured by her own thoughts. She was degrading herself because of those natural flaws which in contrary you thought were works of art, you praised and loved them wholeheartedly but it seemed that Sarah was way too occupied criticising her own self to notice how much you worshiped her.
Meanwhile you leaned on the doorframe watching your girlfriend from afar, still not making your presence known. It hurt to see you Sarah doubting her beauty let alone herself worth for you. You were young, very known and most importantly you were beautiful it wouldn't be hard for you to find someone else but you never wanted anybody, just her alone could make your world spin.
Sarah would always compare herself to those young people you worked with, those fine actresses. She never voiced it out, fearing it would be a cause of an argument or misunderstanding that would to something more. She bottled up every insecurities within her until she couldn't close the lid anymore.
You heard her crying last night – her sobs were stifled by the pillows where she would like to bury her face in. She didn't want you worrying about her. The woman was too selfish when it came to her problems. She mostly dealt with it on her own, though you could see the cracks through those glossy eyes, tinted cheeks and lopsided smiles.
Sarah thought you weren't coming home that night, she knew you had loads of work to do – filming was really that demanding on you. So she thought to herself that maybe she could let herself burst out and so she did.
And it hurt you hearing her cry. All you wanted was to bust inside that damn door and enveloped her in your loving arms, soothe her until she could no longer feel her insecurities but you only stood there knowing that if you did Sarah would only guard herself and won't open to you.
You had to take it gradually. You'd certainly do whatever it takes for this woman.
The next morning, you woke up without your lover laying beside you. You smiled to yourself knowing where she could be this early. The thought of Sarah making you breakfast made your heart flutter behind your chest. She always did – whenever you were home she would make extra special for you. Oh boy, you always get this tingling feeling right thought your bones.
You took your steps as if you had planned where your feet would land on each step you took. Sarah was still oblivious to your presence with her back facing you, spatula in hand and eyes were darted on the eggs she was frying.
