They're identical twins, but with different life styles and dreams.
Before cutting his hair and moving to New York, Harry wanted to make music.
His brother Tyler and yourself, stayed in London.
You've grown closer with Tyler over the months.
Sudd...
Two days has past since Tyler decided to leave. The stain of blood Harry marked on the carpet remained uncleaned, because the comfort of your bed was where you stayed mostly through out the two days.
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You locked your phone, setting it aside. Meanwhile, Harry tried everything to coax you out from under the sheets, but with little luck. He eventually decided to call in Ruth.
From under the sheets, you can hear Ruth and Harry talking beside your bed as if you weren't there. Harry spoke of the fight, and how Tyler left. After Harry finished, you waited. You expected Ruth to reel the sheets off of you, or even give a lecture. Instead, you felt a dip in the bed. You paused, feeling arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you close. You mumbled, "Ruth?"
Her soft voice whispered, "We'll stay in bed for as long as you need to." You felt her shuffle under the sheets with you. You turned your body around, meeting her green eyes. You couldn't read her expression. Was this her master plan? All she did was look back at you. That's how it was for an hour, you two falling in and out of sleep and staying in complete silence in between. You figured she wouldn't be the first to speak. You finally asked, "How come you're not pulling the bed right under me?"
Ruth stared at you until replying, "You're in emotional pain. What you're doing, is exactly what I did when Adam gave me a bad time. It might not feel like it," Ruth's fingertips pushed away a strand of hair from your eyes, "but you're healing." She smiled gently, making your eyes water. How were you and Ruth never friends? You hesitated, "Would it be weird to cuddle?"
"It's not weird unless you make it be." Ruth chuckled quietly.
You couldn't smile even if you wanted to. She switched positions onto her back just so you could lay your head on her shoulder, and wrap your arm around hers. You said, "I miss Tyler." Ruth didn't reply, as if she knew you were going to speak more. You added on, "I hate that he walked out, but I understand it too. I remember wanting space away from the twins...so it's not surprising that they would want to step away too.'
Ruth replied, "Tyler's strong, he'll be back."
You didn't reply.
Ruth's vanilla scent was all you focused on. It smelt strong, but you couldn't get enough. As if Tyler was beside you, your mind twisted the vanilla scent to roses. You sighed deeply, ashamed that your own mind would play such grim tricks. You mumbled, "I don't want to stay in bed forever...but then, I feel like I don't have the energy to get up, let alone go outside."
"Harry and I are here for you, we can help you...but only if you let us." Ruth replied.
You nodded, "I...I want hot chocolate."
"Then let's go get some." Ruth pulled away from you, getting off the bed. She slipped into her shoes before walking to your side of the bed. Her hand reached out to you, "My treat."
