You and her were friends (like good, good friends) that was what you said, not her. She always told you everything, things like; work, life, her feelings. And if there was one thing she loved it was photography, she always told you about this passion, but even if she didn't, it wouldn't be difficult for you to discover it on your own since she can't stop her obsession of talking about cameras, one better than the other. ...anyway, she got a job: photographing a civil war that was going on, you were worried, but there was one thing that made you calmer, now she is living with you in your apartment and is your rommate, according to With her, this helps and makes it easier for her to stay closer to her work, and it also makes you less worried. Your apartment had two bedrooms, one for you and one for guests, anyway it wasn't much use, since she spent most of the night in your room, next to you in your bed.

Like now, she was in your bed with you, lying on her side as she held her camera, taking pictures of you as you talked and talked, and she smiled softly, you were lying in bed next to her, face down while talking.

"Keep talking, im listening." she said softly, reassuring you.