Thread: The Break-up (closed)

Rogue awoke to the sun shining in through the living room window onto her body. She blinked her eyes and yawned, stretching her arms. She sat up to look where she was. It seemed she had fallen asleep on the couch eventually, though last night it seemed like she would never fall asleep. She turned her head to see the television still going. She looked around for the remote, having no idea where she had put it yesterday. Simon always had a way of finding it, and she never could. The thought of that, of him, annoyed her, and she soon gave up looking for it and walked to the TV, turning it off manually. She made her way to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her even though she knew no one would be walking in. She looked at the mirror in disgust. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying. Her nose was stuffy and a bit red, her lips dry. Her skin looked pale and her hair was a mess. She didn't want to look at herself, so she turned away and undressed, deciding a nice long bath was the first step to looking at least decent. She sat in the bathtub, popping bubbles. She always added bubbles in her bathtub it made her feel more relaxed. She leaned back and let out a deep sigh, trying to clear her mind of all thoughts. It didn't work, and she buried her head under water to help. That didn't work either, and it wasn't long before her longs begged for air and she surfaced. She walked out of the bathroom in a towel, going into the bedroom. The bedroom that they shared. As if the rest of the apartment didn't remind her enough of him, this room was the last place she wanted to be. But she needed to get dressed. She practically ran to the closet, opening it up. She ignored his clothes and went through her own. Everything hanged up was too nice for her to wear right now, and so she opened the dresser and searched for something else. She settled for sweatpants and a plain t-shirt. She wanted to be comfortable today, and she wasn't planning on seeing anyone anyway. She walked back to the bathroom once she was dressed and combed through her hair. She examined herself in the mirror again- her hair was better, her eyes weren't big and red anymore, and her nose felt better. She still looked pale and lifeless though, and she knew getting food in her body would get rid of it. But she didn't feel hungry at all. She felt like shoving a single piece of anything down her throat would only make her vomit it back up. She sighed, grabbing her toothbrush and pouring a bit too much toothpaste on it, then commenced brushing her teeth. She heard a door close, and it sounded like her front door. She couldn't remember locking it last night. She spit into the sink and whiped her mouth, hoping it wasn't a burglar or anything. She took scissors with her just incase, holding them up by her head, and stepped out of the bathroom into the hallway toward the door. She turned the corner and screamed when she saw someone there. She immedietly recognized the person standing infront of her, and it was the last person she expected to see. She caught her breath after the scare, feeling her heart race in her chest from the fear and the sight infront of her. What are you doing here?