Do you ever just see a beautiful stranger? Not just a stranger that looks nice, but a really beautiful stranger who just captures you with the way they look and the way they act and makes you think about them at 2 am. A beautiful stranger that leaves you wonder struck and makes you somehow want to see them again and be with them forever yet at the same time, make you want to stay away from them so they remain this mysterious beautiful person that's in the world that would never hurt you.
I should have gone with the latter.


47. 47

Rosy's point of view

I hate living in this flat alone. It's his. Everything in here has him written all over it, even my things remind me of him in different ways. I have the bath to myself again but it doesn't feel as comfortable as I imagined. I get to listen to music again seeing as I don't have anyone to irritate with it, but I don't feel like it. I get to sleep on the bed again but it feels wrong so I just pump up the air bed properly and lie there all night. 

Ethan's point of view

I hate my dorm room. I have it to myself but living by myself isn't everything it's cracked up to be. It's not everything I imagined. I actually have a hot shower but it feels a little too hot. My friends (including Adam) come and knock on my door at midnight to invite me to a party but I can't be bothered so I tell them that I'm tired even though I can't sleep. I don't have to share my bed but I realised recently that I never minded having to share it in the first place. 

Adam knocks at my door again at about three am. I can still hear the music of the party. I get up with what little energy I have an open the door. 

"I don't want to go to your bloody party, Adam." I mutter, running a hand through my hair. I miss Rosy doing that. "Just leave me alone."

"I don't want you to come to the party, man." he pushes past me with all of the energy he usually has and sits on my bed. "I want you to tell me what the bloody hell is wrong with you. I thought you broke up with her."

I frown as I slump down on the floor. "We never broke up. We just had an argument."

"And you have barely spoken for the last week and a half." he says. "You're not together anymore, you're not living together, you're not speaking. Come on man, just move on and come find some college girl for a one night stand!"

I stare at him, horrified. "I don't want a one night stand with some college girl. And Rosy and I are together. We just fought, but we're sorting it out, Adam, so can you just go back to your party and leave me alone?" 

"This is what I'm on about!" he protests. "Dude, usually you'd want to come to the party! Now you're just here, missing Rose and you're not even drinking to make it feel better."

I laugh, sadly. "I appreciate it man, but I really wanna just be alone."

He nods. "Can I give you some advice though?" 

I shrug. "Sure."

"Just because you're not really on the best terms with each other at the moment, doesn't mean you have to go to extremes. You don't have to not speak and then have this big talk and be in love with each other again. Just take her out on a couple of dates or something."

I stare at him. "You want me to just start over again completely?" 

"No, no. But y'know. Have your big talk, come back to live in the dorms still. See each other a couple of times a week, act like your old selves and then go back to your separate homes. You'll be properly together again in no time."

However stupid he sounds, he speaks sense sometimes. He goes back to his party and I text Rosy. 

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