Veronica's POV
He took my brush out of the drawer. I turned around and looked at us in the the mirror. He started brushing my hair. He started parting it. I tilted my head to the side. He moved my head back straight.
"I'm trying to do your hair."
"Oh? You know how to do hair?"
"Um yeah. I have a sister."
He took out one of my hair ties.
"Is all my shit here now?"
"Hey, you're the one who said, you'd move in. I did all of this while, you were away."
"O-oh. Thank you."
He started braiding my hair.
"Do you feel any better?"
"Kinda? I'm glad to be back. What about you?"
He shrugged.
"What does that mean?"
"I'm....hanging in there."
"Huh?"
"I'm working on fixing my mental health. Besides that..I actually don't know how I feel."
"Y-you don't? That's not like you."
He started staring at me in the mirror.
"What?!"
"I know it's not like me. I'm stuck in my own head still."
"Is it...my fault?"
"No. You going missing, isn't and will never been your fault. I-I think...I'm just desensitized to whatever I am feeling."
He went back to braiding my hair.
"Jake? What's going on?"
"My cousin Chad just cut me off."
"O-oh god. Baby I-I'm so sorry."
"I-it's not your fault. Don't apologize."
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
He sighed.
"We got into an argument. We said some things and..he kicked me out of his house. I just wanted to help him get clean."
"He's an addict?"
"Unfortunately. He's been using drugs since he was 16. He's 27 now. His wife took their kids and left. He gets high to self medicate. Then on top of that...one of guys...I'd play football with in school...got killed."
"Were you two close?"
He shook his head.
"No."
"What do you mean you're desensitized?"
"I'm used to loss. People leave me. My brother got killed. You left. My dad left. My cousin left. I've lost a lotta friends. Lotta relatives."
He put the hair tie in my hair. He started hugging me from behind. He put his chin on my head.
"You shouldn't be used to it."
"I know. I wish...I wasn't."
"Thank you for doing my hair. It looks good."
I felt movement.
"Hey give me your hands."
I grabbed his hands and put them on my stomach. When he felt something, his face lit up. He started crying. I spun around and started hugging him.
"T-this just made is all real."
"You thought, it wasn't?"
"I-I was hoping it was. Wait a minute. Did we technically have a one night stand?"
"Out of all things to ask...why was that one?"
He shrugged.
"It wasn't a one night stand. That was very awkward make up sex. I'm not getting rid of it."
"JESUS CHRIST! I wasn't going to suggest that!"
"Oh uh...my bad."
I laughed awkwardly.
"I thought you were regretting it."
He started staring at me again.
"Okay I COMPLETELY misunderstood you."
"Yeah. Kinda."
"A-am I sleeping on the couch tonight?"
"Uh no."
"Are you sleeping on the couch tonight?"
He pinched his nose bridge.
"Nobody is sleeping on the couch Veronica. We didn't fight."
"W-we didn't?"
"No. What made you think that?"
"I guess...I have trauma...I have to get over."
He moved hair out of my face.
"If that's the case, I'm helping you."
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Fix My Heart
RomanceAll Veronica has known all her life are the walls of her house. Her parents have never let her outside. Her parents are abusive as well. One day she decided it was time for her to get away from them. One night she snuck out of the house and started...
