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"𝑨 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒆𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒐𝒓." - 𝑭𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒍𝒊𝒏 𝑫. 𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒕 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Bourne yawns as he appears in the living room. The smell of fresh coffee, eggs, and toast pushes the sleepiness out of him. He looks toward the kitchen to see you cooking. A smile works its way onto his face, and he leans against the kitchen island.

"I thought you said you hate cooking," he muses, tilting his head. A strand of white hair falls in front of his face, and he smirks when you shoot him a glare. He raises his hands in surrender. "Fine, fine. Just sayin'."

Bourne has been your roommate for about a year now. He moved in after your old roommate got married and left. Ever since it's been a rollercoaster. There are many things you don't know about him like there are many things he doesn't know about you.

But he hopes, in due time, you'll tell him the things you want him to know. Not just because he's your roommate or your friend, but because you'll trust him enough with such things. After all, human hearts are very fragile, no matter the person.