Evan

She entered university and settled into a small room for two: two beds opposite each other, wardrobes, nightstands, and a narrow bathroom. She was calm and non-confrontational, but her roommate turned out to be the complete opposite.

Evan threw his backpack on the bed.

• So, you're my roommate? The room is small, we share it. He drew a line with tape.

• Seriously?

— More than that. To each his own space.

That's when the fights started. He hid her things, she hid his when he went into the shower.

• Hey! Where are my things?

— Which ones exactly?

• All!

• Say please.

• …Please.

She hung up the clothes, he leaned out from the towel

• You're crazy.

• Thank you, I'm trying.

Months passed, the feud grew tired. He helped with her studies and became softer. One day, she saw him tear off the tape.

• What is this?

• I'm tired of this crap.

They were silent, but they already understood that something was changing between them.

One evening, tired after lectures, she was walking past. He caught her hand, and she sat down next to him, burying her face in his shoulder.

• Hey…

He ran his hand down her back. And that night, no one wanted to move away.