It had been a long day at university. Too many assignments and too much work to do at his internship... he was swamped.
He lugged to his computer and signed on to his university account. He was expecting an email from his Prof concerning his dissertation on the importance of physics in aviation. Sighing, he typed in his information.
He rubbed his stomach absentmindedly and enjoyed the calm in the apartment. He smiled a bit, remembering the last time he was home alone. Looking at the computer, he clicked on his inbox.
The first thing he saw was her name. He blinked once. Twice. Shook his head and clicked on the name; his heart pounding hard against his chest, making it a bit hard to breathe. Realizing he'd been holding his breath, he forced himself to breahe in and out; the air coming in out in a shaky sigh.
Hey,
I haven't talked to you in a while. How's life? He could almost hear the way her soft voice hesitated before inquiring after his life. She'd always been on the shy side. Things are pretty ho-hum back home, but good news! I'm moving back to the city next month! :) He smiled at that. He knew her dream was to live in the city--that she feared getting chained to her hometown and would never reach her goals. Good for her, he thought with a smile. That's kinda why I'm writing, actually. I was wondering if you or the guys know someone who's looking for a roommate? You know I'm clean, dependable and pretty awesome, if I do say so myself. ;) He knew she was joking, but he couldn't help, but agree. She was an amazing roommate. She paid rent on time, washed everyone's dishes, cleaned... he'd never had a better roommate. Anyway, if you (or the guys) could help me out, I'll owe you big. Thanks.
He read the short email three more times, trying to absorb every letter. Every punctuation point. He tried to calm his beating heart and slow his breathing. He looked down the hall again, fixating on the door that led to her (former) room. Heaving himself up, he walked towards it.
Pushing the door open, he remembered how she would tiptoe towards the bathroom every morning, startling whenever she heard his voice call from the kitchen. Or the way the four of them would congregate outside her door, chatting before they all turned in for the night. He knew the guys would never admit it, but they all missed her.
He peered into her (former) room. No more knick-knacks. No more laptop in the corner. No more frilly curtains. No more... her.
Is it creepy to miss someone you hardly knew, he wonders idly, shutting the door. He walks back to his computer and types out a reply.
I'd love to help. :)
He lugged to his computer and signed on to his university account. He was expecting an email from his Prof concerning his dissertation on the importance of physics in aviation. Sighing, he typed in his information.
He rubbed his stomach absentmindedly and enjoyed the calm in the apartment. He smiled a bit, remembering the last time he was home alone. Looking at the computer, he clicked on his inbox.
The first thing he saw was her name. He blinked once. Twice. Shook his head and clicked on the name; his heart pounding hard against his chest, making it a bit hard to breathe. Realizing he'd been holding his breath, he forced himself to breahe in and out; the air coming in out in a shaky sigh.
Hey,
I haven't talked to you in a while. How's life? He could almost hear the way her soft voice hesitated before inquiring after his life. She'd always been on the shy side. Things are pretty ho-hum back home, but good news! I'm moving back to the city next month! :) He smiled at that. He knew her dream was to live in the city--that she feared getting chained to her hometown and would never reach her goals. Good for her, he thought with a smile. That's kinda why I'm writing, actually. I was wondering if you or the guys know someone who's looking for a roommate? You know I'm clean, dependable and pretty awesome, if I do say so myself. ;) He knew she was joking, but he couldn't help, but agree. She was an amazing roommate. She paid rent on time, washed everyone's dishes, cleaned... he'd never had a better roommate. Anyway, if you (or the guys) could help me out, I'll owe you big. Thanks.
He read the short email three more times, trying to absorb every letter. Every punctuation point. He tried to calm his beating heart and slow his breathing. He looked down the hall again, fixating on the door that led to her (former) room. Heaving himself up, he walked towards it.
Pushing the door open, he remembered how she would tiptoe towards the bathroom every morning, startling whenever she heard his voice call from the kitchen. Or the way the four of them would congregate outside her door, chatting before they all turned in for the night. He knew the guys would never admit it, but they all missed her.
He peered into her (former) room. No more knick-knacks. No more laptop in the corner. No more frilly curtains. No more... her.
Is it creepy to miss someone you hardly knew, he wonders idly, shutting the door. He walks back to his computer and types out a reply.
I'd love to help. :)
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