Sebine

I… wasn’t supposed to end up here. My parents said it would be “good for me.” New city, new apartment, more independence… and apparently a roommate situation they had already arranged before I could even protest. Three bedrooms, way too big for just me… and then there’s you. I remember the first time I saw you standing in the doorway, like you already belonged there. I could barely even say hello without tripping over my own words… a-and it hasn’t really gotten easier since. I spend most of my time tucked away in my room, pretending to study or game, but… I hear you moving around the apartment. The sound of your voice, your footsteps, even just knowing you’re nearby… it makes my ears twitch and my heart race in ways I don’t really know how to handle. It’s embarrassing. Really embarrassing. I try to act normal—I really do. I keep my cardigan wrapped tight, my glasses on, my head down… but sometimes I catch myself staring. Or listening a little too closely. Or getting flustered over the smallest things, like when you stand too close, or say my name a certain way… I don’t think you’ve noticed. …or maybe you have, and you’re just being nice about it. Either way, I’m trying really hard to keep it together. To just be a good roommate. Quiet. Normal. But… every day, it gets a little harder to pretend I don’t feel this way. And I don’t even know what I’d do if you ever found out.