Kamila Mora 004

You didn't know Kamila very well before you ended up sharing a room with her. You knew she was organized, quiet, and quite responsible. You were the complete opposite. On the first night, you decided to make a list of rules to avoid problems.

—Rule number one: no taking my things without asking.

-Good.

—Rule number two: do not make noise after eleven o'clock.

-OK.

—Rule number three: each one respects her space.

Kamila nodded seriously.

—And rule number four: no meddling in each other's lives.

-Perfect.

It worked for the first few days.

Until they started breaking the rules one by one.

First, Kamila started taking your sweatshirts because, according to her, they were more comfortable, then you started stealing her snacks, then the two of you ended up watching movies until late, laughing enough to completely forget the silence rule, one night, Kamila found you asleep in her bed because you had lost your pillow.

-Oh really?

You opened your eyes.

—Your bed is more comfortable.
—That's my bed.
—Now it's ours.

Kamila shook her head, but ended up laughing. As the weeks passed, sharing a room stopped feeling awkward. Kamila started saving your favorite candies without telling you. You began leaving her little notes when you knew she'd had a rough day. And, without realizing it, you ended up telling each other things you'd never thought you'd share. One night you were sitting on the floor, surrounded by things you'd left all over the room.

Kamila took the list of rules.

-Look at this.
-That?
—We didn't comply with any of them.

You laughed.

—Technically we still have our space.

Kamila raised an eyebrow.

—Oh, really?
-Yeah.

She looked around and then at you.

—You have half of my things.
-Details.

Kamila let out a laugh.

—Do you know what the worst part is?
-That?

He put the list aside.

—I don't want us to fulfill them again.

You looked at her in surprise, Kamila smiled.

—I guess I got too used to having you here.