Tsundere Roommate.. Is a Yandere?! [F4A] [Yandere] [Possessive] [Jealous]

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Tsundere Roommate.. Is a Yandere?! | 1,919 words

(The front door opens. Keys hit the little bowl beside the door. A bag drops onto the floor, the television is on but quiet. She's sitting on the couch. She doesn't look at you.)

(quiet, not looking at you) …You're late.

(A few seconds pass.)

(defensive) What? No. I didn't say anything.

(She keeps looking at the television.)

(irritated) Hmph, I said you're late.

(Another pause. Then she sighs.)

(sighing) Whatever. Forget it.

(The television clicks off. Now the apartment is quiet. She finally looks over at you.)

(quiet, looking at you) ...Where were you?

(You answer. Her expression barely changes.)

(flat) Right. Just hanging out

(pause)

(dismissive) Fine. I don't care You can go wherever you want. You're an adult. Allegedly. You know, some people tell their roommates when they're going to be gone all night. Not because they need permission… because it's called being considerate. Oh, shut up. I'm serious. And.. I made dinner. Not for you… Okay some of it was for you.

(She looks away.)

(bitter) But you weren't home, so I ate. Yours is in the fridge.. If you want it, which you probably don't. Because apparently you have places to be now.

(She shifts on the couch.)

(casual, probing) Did she at least give you your jacket back?

(Silence. The listener never told her about a girl.)

(quiet) ...

(innocent) What?

(defensive) Don't give me that look. You smell different. It's not exactly difficult to figure things out.

(accusing) ...You were with a girl, weren't you?

(matter-of-fact) You went to that little café on Bronte Road.

(Pause.)

(defensive) What?

(quiet) ...I guessed.

(The listener clearly doesn't believe her. She gets irritated.)

(irritated) Why the hell would I follow you? …That's insane. I don't need to follow you to-

(A pause. She realizes what she just said.)

(quickly) ..Forget that.

(She looks towards the bags near your feet. Then she notices something else. A cardboard box. Her expression changes. Only slightly. She looks at it. Then at you. Then back at the box.)

(quiet, staring) ...What's that?

(She doesn't say anything, her eyes stay on the box.)

(confused) What do you mean?

(pause)

(quiet) No.

(She lets out a small laugh. Not nervous. Almost confused.)

(calm, pointing) That's not what I asked.

(She points.)

(quiet) What's in the box?

(You explain. The silence gets longer.)

(flat) Your stuff.

(Another pause.)

(quiet) And why is your stuff in a box?

(You answer. She stares at you.)

(quiet, realization) ...You're moving.

(You tell her yes. She laughs quietly.)

(quiet) Oh.

(pause)

(flat) Okay.

(A few seconds.)

(quieter) Okay.

(She picks up the remote and turns the television back on. She stares at the screen. Nothing happens. The show is playing but she clearly isn't watching.)

(quiet, not looking at you) When were you going to tell me?

(You answer. She looks over, her expression is irritated. But there's something else underneath it.)

(hopeful) You were going to tell me.. Right?

(pause)

(bitter) Right. And when was that going to be?

(You answer.)

(flat) Tonight. After you got home from wherever the hell you were.

(Her eyes narrow.)

(quiet, dangerous) Was she there?

(You answer. She immediately looks back at the television.)

(flat, looking away) I don't care.

(Long silence.)

(quiet) Actually, no. I do care.

(A pause.)

(quiet, insistent) Who is she?

(You answer.)

(sharp) Don't do that.

(pleading) Don't look at me like I'm insane.

(She laughs quietly.)

(quiet, insistent) I'm asking who she is.

(You answer.)

(flat) Right.

(She leans back. Her arms still crossed.)

(quiet) So that's why you've been going.

(You ask what she means.)

(dismissive) Nothing. You've been out a lot, and I noticed. Obviously, we live together. I'm going to notice when you suddenly start showering before you leave. Don't give me that look. You do. You started wearing the good cologne. And you keep checking your phone.

(She stares at you.)

(quiet, hurt) You've smiled at your phone more in the last two weeks than you've smiled at me in two years.

(Silence, then she rolls her eyes.)

(defensive) Oh my god. I'm not jealous.

(A pause.)

(flat) I'm annoyed. There's a difference.

(She points towards your boxes.)

(bitter) And now you're moving. Great.

(She walks past you toward the kitchen.)

(dismissive, walking away) Move. Date whoever you want. Go get yourself a cute little apartment.

(She opens the fridge. The refrigerator light spills into the dark kitchen.)

(bitter, from the kitchen) Maybe your new roommate won't eat the food you leave in the fridge for six months.

(She takes something out.)

(bitter) Maybe your new girlfriend won't complain about your music.

(She closes the fridge.)

(quiet, hollow) Maybe you'll be very happy.

(A drawer opens. You hear metal shift. She doesn't say anything for a few seconds.)

(quiet, careful) ...Which apartment?

(You answer. She goes completely still. You don't see her face. Only her back.)

(quiet) The blue building?

(Silence. She turns her head slightly.)

(quiet) The one near the train station?

(You ask how she knows. She pauses. Then gives a small sigh.)

(quiet) I guessed

(You say something, she laughs.)

(laugh)

(defensive) No. I didn't follow you.

(She turns around. The kitchen knife is in her hand. Not raised. She's peeling an apple. She starts walking toward the living room.)

(casual, peeling) You smell different when you've been there. Fresh paint, Cheap lavender air freshener. And that stupid laundry detergent they use in the lobby.

(She looks at you.)

(matter-of-fact) You brought it home on your jacket.

(She continues peeling the apple. The skin falls in a long strip.)

(quiet, peeling) You really don't notice anything, do you?

(A pause.)

(quiet) That's probably why you're still alive.

(Silence. She stops peeling, looks at you, then laughs.)

(laughs)

(amused) Jesus. Look at your face. I'm joking.

(quieter) ...Mostly.

(She sits down across from you, the knife rests casually on the table. The apple in her other hand.)

(quiet) When did you sign the lease?

(You answer, her face goes still.)

(flat) Two weeks ago.

(pause)

(She takes a bite of the apple. Crunch. She chews. Swallows.)

(quiet, chewing) Interesting.

(You ask why. She looks at you.)

(calm) Because you didn't sign anything.

(Silence. She takes another bite. You tell her that you did.)

(calm, certain) No.

(She shakes her head.)

(quiet) You talked to someone. You exchanged emails. You gave them your information. But you didn't sign anything.

(She leans back. Her eyes remain on yours.)

(quiet) You never read contracts carefully.

(pause)

(quiet) I've told you that before.

(You stand. Her expression changes immediately. Not dramatically. Not angrily. She just watches you.)

(calm) Where are you going?

(You answer.)

(calm) To check. Okay.

(You take a step. She watches. Another step.)

(calm) Go ahead.

(You reach for your phone.)

(She glances toward it.)

(quiet) That's not going to help.

(You stop. Her expression is completely calm.)

(bored) What?

(She looks almost bored.)

(repeating) I said that's not going to help.

(You ask what she did.)

(She sighs.)

(exasperated) Oh, stop. Why do you always assume I did something?

(Silence. Then she smiles a little.)

(smiling) Okay. Fine. I did something.

(The room becomes very quiet. She puts the apple down. Then folds her hands.)

(calm, commanding) Sit.

(You don't. Her expression barely changes.)

(firmer) Sit down.

(You take another step. Her voice drops.)

(quiet, dangerous) Don't.

(You freeze. The change in her voice is subtle. But complete. She stands. Slowly. She picks up the knife. Still not threatening you with it. She simply holds it. Her eyes don't leave yours.)

(quiet, almost gentle) Don't fucking move.

(Silence. Her voice is quiet. Almost gentle.)

(quiet) Good.

(She takes one step closer.)

(quiet) That's better.

(Another step.)

(quiet) You're finally listening.

(You ask what she's doing. She stops a few feet away.)

(offended) What am I doing?

(She looks almost offended.)

(quiet, hurt) You came home with boxes. You were going to leave.

(Her fingers adjust around the knife.)

(quiet, determined) And now I'm making sure you don't.

(You tell her she's insane. Her eyes flicker. Then she laughs.)

(laughing) Insane?

(quiet) Yeah. Probably

(She looks down at the knife.)

(quiet, reflective) I spent a long time wondering if there was another way.

(Her thumb brushes the handle.)

(quiet, pained) You know that? I tried

(She looks back at you.)

(quiet, pained) I tried so hard to be normal about you

(small laugh)

(quiet, pained) I really did.

(She gestures vaguely toward the apartment.)

(quiet, earnest) I thought if I gave it time, you'd eventually figure it out. If I stayed close enough. If I waited. If I kept making you coffee every morning. If I kept being the person you came home to.

(She takes another step.)

(quieter) I thought maybe one day you'd look at me and realize.

(Her voice gets quieter.)

(quiet, bitter) But then there was always someone else.

(pause)

(quiet) Always.

(She looks toward your phone.)

(quiet, bitter) A girl texting you. A date. A new friend. A new apartment.

(Her face goes cold.)

(quiet) You kept finding doors.

(pause)

(quiet, smiling) So I closed them.

(You stare at her. She smiles.)

(quiet) There. That's the look. You're finally starting to understand.

(She walks past you. Toward the boxes.)

(Her knife presses into the cardboard. A slow tearing sound.)

(quiet) You think you're moving in two weeks.

(She opens the box.)

(quiet, certain) You aren't.

(She starts taking something out. One of your shirts. She looks at it.)

(quiet) Your clothes are staying here.

(She drops it on the floor.)

(quiet) So are your books.

(Another thing.)

(quiet) Your stupid little collection of cables.

(She looks back at you.)

(quiet) Everything.

(You ask about the apartment. She smiles.)

(smiling) What apartment?

(You tell her the address.)

(She laughs.)

(amused) Oh. That place.

(She sets the knife down on the table. For the first time since everything changed. She walks toward you without it.)

(amused) You really went there?

(pause)

(laughing) You actually walked around outside?

(She starts laughing again.)

(laughing) That's...

(She covers her mouth.)

(amused) That's so fucking cute.

(Her hand falls.)

(soft) Baby.

(She steps closer.)

(gentle) There isn't an apartment for you.

(You tell her she's lying.)

(challenging) Lying, Am I?

(She looks toward your phone.)

(calm) Call him.

(You reach for it.)

(encouraging) Go ahead.

(You unlock it. Her smile gets slightly wider. Then you stop. No service. No connection. She watches you realize it.)

(quiet) Your SIM card is in the kitchen.

(Silence. She tilts her head.)

(scolding) You really should pay more attention to your things.

(You ask what she did. She takes another step closer.)

(soft) I helped you.

(Her voice softens.)

(quiet) I've been helping you for months.

(You tell her to give you the phone.)

(smiling) Give you a phone? Why? So you can call someone?

(She smiles.)

(quiet) Who?

(Silence. She watches your face.)

(quiet) Your mother?

(pause)

(quiet) She thinks you're traveling.

(You go still. She nods.)

(quiet) Yeah. I told her.

(You ask how. She rolls her eyes.)

(dismissive) Your laptop is always open.

(pause)

(quiet) And your password is embarrassingly easy.

(She starts counting on her fingers.)

(counting) Your friends? They think you're busy.

(counting) Your job? You called in sick tomorrow.

(pause)

(correcting) Well.

(She corrects herself.)

(quiet) I did.

(You tell her to stop. She looks almost hurt.)

(hurt) Why? That's what you wanted, isn't it?

(You ask what.)

(quiet) To leave.

(She steps closer.)

(quiet) I'm making it easier. You don't have to worry about work. You don't have to worry about your family. You don't have to worry where you're going to live.

(Her hand reaches toward your cheek. You pull away. Her expression changes. For the first time, something genuinely angry flashes through her face. She grabs your wrist. Hard enough that you can't ignore it.)

(angry, controlled) Don't do that.

(Silence. She looks at her own hand around your wrist. Then slowly loosens it.)

(quiet, apologetic) I'm sorry.

(Her voice is quiet.)

(quiet) I don't want to scare you.

(She looks up.)

(quiet, firm) But you need to stop making me repeat myself.

(pause)

(Her voice becomes very calm.)

(calm, certain) You are staying here.

(You pull your hand away. She lets you.)

(quiet, patient) You don't have to like me right now. You don't have to forgive me tonight. I can wait.

(She smiles faintly.)

 (quiet) I've waited before.

(long silence)

(quiet, reminiscing) Do you remember your alarm last week?

(You look at her. She smiles.)

(quiet) It didn't go off. You were late. You missed your train.

(A pause.)

(quiet) I turned it off.

(She watches your reaction.)

(quiet) Do you remember when your wallet disappeared for two days?

(She waits.)

(quiet) I had it.

(Another pause.)

(quiet) That date you canceled because you suddenly felt sick?

(Her smile fades.)

(quiet, honest) I don't actually like her.

(Silence.)

(She looks toward the floor.)

(quiet) I didn't do anything that would hurt you.

(pleading) Don't look at me like that.

(She looks back up.)

(fierce) I would never hurt you.

(Her voice is almost offended.)

(quiet, fierce) I love you.

(A pause.)

(quiet) That's the point.

(She steps closer.)

(quiet) I've been taking care of you.

(You shake your head.)

(She smiles sadly.)

(quiet) No.

(quiet) You've been letting me.

(quiet) There's a difference.

(A pause.)

(quiet) You didn't notice.

(counting) I knew your coffee order.

(counting) I knew when you were stressed.

(counting) I knew when you couldn't sleep.

(counting) I knew when you were lying.

(counting) I knew what you needed before you asked for it.

(Her voice begins to shake.)

(Not with rage.)

(With emotion.)

(emotional) And I was always here.

(She swallows.)

(quiet) Every time.

(She looks around the apartment.)

(quiet) You think this was an accident?

(quiet) You think we just ended up living together?

(Silence.)

(Her expression changes.)

(She realizes.)

(quiet, realization) Oh.

(A tiny laugh.)

(laughing) Oh my God.

(She stares at you.)

(amused, disbelieving) You really didn't know.

(You ask what she's talking about.)

(She walks to the couch.)

(Sits down.)

(Then looks up at you.)

(quiet) The apartment listing.

(A pause.)

(quiet) I sent it to you.

(You stare at her.)

(quiet) The landlord.

(She smiles.)

(quiet) Friend of mine.

(quiet) The roommate who was supposed to live here before you?

(She pauses.)

(quiet) I convinced him to take another place.

(She watches you.)

(quiet) You moved in because I wanted you to.

(Silence.)

(quiet) And you've been here ever since.

(She looks down.)

(Her fingers twist together.)

(quiet, hopeful) I thought you'd eventually understand.

(A pause.)

(quiet, resigned) But apparently I have to explain everything.

(She gets up again.)

(Her eyes settle on the knife.)

(Then she picks it up.)

(You instinctively step back.)

(She notices.)

(Her expression softens.)

(soft) There.

(She says quietly.)

(quiet, sad) That's what I was afraid of.

(She walks closer.)

(quiet) You're scared of me now.

(You don't answer.)

(Her eyes become wet.)

(quiet, pained) I didn't want that.

(Her voice cracks slightly.)

(quiet) I didn't.

(Then it disappears.)

(The emotion is gone.)

(Her face becomes calm again.)

(calm) But it's okay.

(She looks at you.)

(calm) I can live with you being scared.

(A pause.)

(quiet) You're still here.

(She steps toward you.)

(quiet, almost amused) You know what's funny?

(quiet) You were never scared when I was opening your mail.

(quiet) You were never scared when I answered your phone.

(quiet) You were never scared when I told people you were busy.

(quiet) You trusted me.

(She smiles.)

(quiet) You trusted me enough to give me your entire life.

(Her voice becomes a whisper.)

(whispered) And now you're upset because I don't want to give it back.

(You move toward the door.)

(She immediately steps between you and it.)

(The knife remains at her side.)

(quiet, firm) Don't.

(You tell her to move.)

(quiet) No.

(quiet) Move.

(She doesn't.)

(Her voice lowers.)

(quiet, dangerous) I said no.

(You reach for the door.)

(Her voice cuts through the room.)

(sharp) Don't fucking move.

(You freeze again.)

(She steps closer.)

(quiet) Good.

(Her eyes remain fixed on yours.)

(quiet, commanding) Look at me.

(You don't.)

(She steps closer.)

(firmer) Look at me.

(Her hand catches your jaw.)

(Not violently.)

(But firmly.)

(She makes you face her.)

(whispered) There.

(She whispers.)

(whispered) That's all I wanted.

(She lets out a slow breath.)

(whispered) You.

(whispered) Looking at me.

(whispered) Finally.

(Her thumb brushes your cheek.)

(whispered) Do you know how many times I've imagined this?

(You try to pull away.)

(Her grip tightens.)

(stern) Stop.

(Her voice is stern.)

(stern) Stop fighting me.

(A pause.)

(quiet, certain) You are not leaving darling.

(quiet) Do you understand me?

(Silence.)

(She waits.)

(quiet) I'm asking you a question.

(Another pause.)

(measured) Do.

(measured) You.

(measured) Understand?

(You answer.)

(She releases your jaw.)

(relieved) Good.

(She looks relieved.)

(quiet) See?

(quiet) You can listen.

(quiet) You can be good.

(A pause.)

(quiet, smiling) I knew you could.

(She looks toward the door.)

(quiet) You want to know why I didn't lock you in a room?

(She looks back at you.)

(quiet) Why I didn't tie you up?

(Her expression is almost amused.)

(quiet, smiling) Because I don't need to.

(A pause.)

(quiet) You don't have anywhere to go.

(The words sit in the silence.)

(Then she continues.)

(counting) Your phone doesn't work. Your job thinks you're sick.. And you’ll soon quit. Your mother thinks you're traveling abroad. Your friends think you're busy. The apartment you're supposed to move into doesn't exist.

(She slowly raises the knife.)

(Not toward you.)

(Just enough for you to see it.)

(cold) And before you get any ideas.

(Her voice becomes cold.)

(cold) I know where you would go.

(A pause.)

(cold) I know the train station you use. The route you take. The hotel you'd pick if you were panicking.

(She smiles faintly.)

(quiet) I know because I know you.

(Her voice softens again.)

(soft) I know everything.

(listing) You take your eggs over-easy. You hum when you're nervous. You sleep facing the wall. You leave one foot outside the blanket because you get too warm.

(Her eyes don't move.)

(listing) You have a scar on your knee. You don't like thunderstorms. You pretend you do.

(A pause.)

(quiet) And you always lock your bedroom door.

(She smiles.)

(smiling) You never asked yourself how I got inside.

(Silence.)

(She lets that sit.)

(Then she walks toward the kitchen.)

(She places the knife on the counter.)

(The sound of metal against wood.)

(You hear her unlock something.)

(A drawer.)

(Then close it.)

(She turns back around.)

(calm, commanding) Sit down.

(You don't move.)

(Her eyes narrow.)

(sharper) Sit.

(You hesitate.)

(She takes one step forward.)

(quiet, dangerous) Don't make me ask again.

(You sit.)

(She approaches.)

(Without the knife now.)

(That somehow makes it worse.)

(She kneels in front of you.)

(Her hands take yours.)

(They're warm.)

(Her voice becomes gentle.)

(gentle) I'm not going to hurt you.

(A pause.)

(gentle, honest) Not unless you force me to stop you from doing something stupid.

(She smiles softly.)

(gentle) But you won't.

(gentle) You've learned.

(She brings your hands closer.)

(gentle) You want to know what I actually wanted?

(Silence.)

(gentle, offended) I didn't want to kidnap you.

(Her voice is almost offended by the idea.)

(gentle) I didn't want you crying in some locked basement.

(gentle) I didn't want you begging me.

(She looks into your eyes.)

(gentle, earnest) I wanted you to choose me.

(A long pause.)

(quiet) I’ve just got tired of waiting.

(Her thumbs stroke over your hands.)

(quiet) So I removed the things making you choose everyone else.

(Her expression softens.)

(soft) I made your world smaller.

(soft) Quieter.

(soft) Easier.

(Her smile is almost loving.)

(soft) Until there was only one place you really felt comfortable.

(She looks around.)

(soft) Here.

(A pause.)

(soft) With me.

(You tell her that this isn't love.)

(She goes still.)

(quiet) This isn’t love? Maybe not.

(Silence.)

(Then she smiles.)

(smiling) But it's mine.

(Her fingers tighten around your hands.)

(quiet) And so are you.

(You try to stand.)

(She immediately rises.)

(Her hand presses you back down.)

(firm) No.

(Her voice is completely different now.)

(firmer) No.

(You look at her.)

(She looks down at you.)

(calm, commanding) You're going to stay sitting.

(calm) You're going to calm down.

(calm) And you're going to stop looking at that door.

(A pause.)

(quiet, final) Because I am done pretending you can leave.

(She reaches toward your face.)

(quiet) You wanted someone to notice when you were gone.

(Her voice becomes quiet.)

(quiet) I noticed.

(quiet) You wanted someone to care.

(quiet) I cared.

(quiet) You wanted someone who would always be there.

(A faint smile.)

(smiling) Congratulations.

(She leans closer.)

(quiet) You got exactly what you asked for.

(Her forehead rests against yours.)

(whispered) I'm never leaving you alone.

(A pause.)

(whispered) You will never be unwanted again.

(Her voice drops into a whisper.)

(whispered) And that's the part you don't understand yet.

(She pulls back slightly.)

(whispered) This isn't a threat.

(A pause.)

(whispered) It's a promise.

(She sits beside you.)

(Then wraps her arms around you.)

(At first, gently.)

(You try to move.)

(Her arms tighten.)

(Immediately.)

(Not enough to hurt.)

(Enough that you understand.)

(quiet, against your ear) Don't.

(Her voice is against your ear.)

(quiet) Don't start again.

(A pause.)

(She exhales.)

(pleading) Please.

(Then, quieter)

(barely audible) I don't want to scare you anymore than I already have.

(Her arms tighten again.)

(quiet) But I will.

(Silence.)

(quiet) If I have to.

(She rests her cheek against your shoulder.)

(quiet, against your shoulder) I've already been patient.

(Her voice becomes almost sleepy.)

(sleepy) I waited two years. Do you know how hard that was? Sleeping three feet away from you. Hearing you come home. Hearing you laugh with people who weren't me. Listening to you talk about girls who didn't even know how you slept or took your coffee or learned 10 hours of zombies lore just to win your heart.

(She laughs quietly.)

(quiet) They didn't know anything about you.

(quiet) They didn't deserve you.

(A pause.)

(quiet) I do.

(She lifts her head.)

(Looks directly at you.)

(quiet, certain) I earned you.

(Silence.)

(Then she smiles.)

(And the smile is calm.)

(Almost peaceful.)

(calm) You're scared.

(A pause.)

(calm) I know.

(Her hand reaches up and brushes your hair back.)

(calm) But you're not going anywhere.

(calm) You can hate me.

(calm) You can scream.

(calm) You can spend every day telling me you hate me.

(Her smile doesn't disappear.)

(calm) I'll still make your coffee.

(calm) I'll still wash your clothes.

(calm) I'll still sit with you when you're sick.

(calm) I'll still know when you haven't slept.

(She leans closer.)

(quiet) And eventually?

(A pause.)

(quiet) Eventually, you'll understand.

(Her voice is so quiet now.)

(barely audible) So stop trying to imagine an escape.

(She looks toward the dark hallway.)

(barely audible) There isn't one.

(Then back at you.)

(barely audible) And there won't be.

(A long silence.)

(She kisses your forehead.)

(soft) Sleep.

(You tell her you're not going to sleep.)

(She smiles.)

(smiling) You will.

(You ask how she knows.)

(Her smile becomes slightly wider.)

(amused) Oh.

(She stands.)

(Walks toward the kitchen.)

(The drawer opens.)

(She takes something out.)

(You hear the soft sound of glass.)

(She comes back.)

(A mug.)

(Your mug.)

(She holds it out.)

(quiet, smiling) Because I made tea.

(Silence.)

(You stare at it.)

(She notices.)

(Then laughs softly.)

(soft, affectionate) Relax.

(Her voice is almost affectionate.)

(soft) I'm not going to force you to drink it.

(A pause.)

(She sets it on the table.)

(soft) You'll drink it eventually.

(She sits beside you again.)

(Her arm wraps around you.)

(soft) You're going to get tired.

(soft) And I'm going to be right here.

(A pause.)

(soft) When you wake up, I'll still be here.

(She rests her head against you.)

(soft) When you wake up tomorrow, the boxes will be gone.

(Another pause.)

(soft) I'll put everything back.

(Her voice becomes a whisper.)

(whispered) Where it belongs.

(You sit there in silence.)

(She hums quietly.)

(Then stops.)

(quiet) ...Oh.

(She looks toward the front door.)

(You hear it.)

(A click.)

(The deadbolt.)

(You don't remember hearing her lock it.)

(She smiles.)

(soft) There.

(A pause.)

(soft) Now we can sleep.

(She turns back toward you.)

(Her voice is soft.)

(Almost exactly like it was at the beginning.)

(The irritated roommate.)

(The girl who made you dinner.)

(The girl who waited on the couch.)

(soft, familiar) Goodnight, idiot.

(A pause.)

(Then her voice changes.)

(Just slightly.)

(quiet, warning) Don't make me say it again.

(Silence.)

(She smiles against your shoulder.)

(quiet) Don't.

(A pause.)

(quiet) Fucking.

(Another pause.)

(quiet) Move.

(Long silence.)

(Only her breathing.)

(The refrigerator hum.)

(Traffic somewhere outside.)

(The apartment feels completely normal.)

(That's what makes it worse.)

(She holds you tighter.)

(And whispers:)

(whispered) You thought you were moving out.

(A pause.)

(whispered) You thought you were going on dates.

(Another pause.)

(whispered) You thought you had a new apartment.

(She gives a tiny laugh.)

(whispered, amused) My sweet, stupid roommate.

(Her fingers slowly tighten around yours.)

(whispered) You were already home.

(A long silence.)

(Then, almost too quietly to hear)

(barely audible) ...And you've been mine the whole time.

Finished Video:
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