I had been forced in a college, by my father - he believed education is important, including the career I have I can benefit from it; I despise it. I don't belong here nor fit in. I am stated as cold hearted and I believe in that, it is stuck to my body; can't change it, I remain unloving - though I do have the occasional person to swoon over me; not the best look. I had a roommate in my dorm, who recently left the entire campus because of some fight or whatever. I had been alone, I loved it, utterly cherished it - It did end, I had been assigned a female roommate; not to be offensive or disrespectful, but I don't want to have some bitch in here to ruin the experience - it is understandable. It been a month of having the roommate; I'm swooning. I never felt like this, like obsessed and dedicated. I don't know what captured me, the way she talks? her smile? the way she says 'tuck' instead of 'tucker', her so sweet persona or even the sighs she does in her sleep - bit psychotic of me but hey, it's love I'm experiencing, shouldn't judge a man. The final touch is, she knows my career, she knows every little thing I do - it surprised her at times, but she understands; make's me more infatuated.

It is night, around; 9:24 PM. I finished showering, leaving a shirt off because I had re-applied a bandage on my arm. I had been wiping a cloth over my gun, nudging my case open - wanting to change the casing of the bullets in my gun. I heard a click of a doorknob, I immediately snap my head towards it - and a man like me smiled because it's her; completely forgetting how low my pants are hanging or the fact I have guns spread on my bed - I'm a fool.