Its the only thing that keeps her there, its the only thing that keeps her holding onto the ragged edges of their relationship, instead of just walking away, accepting that there are some wounds that just don't heal, no matter how hard you try, and trying to come to terms with the loss of the one person she's ever really cared for.
The night after what she has come to think of as The Roof, she and Emily were still sleeping in the same bed. Simply because things were SO bad, and SO fucked up, it didn't matter much whether they shared a bed or not, because it wasn't going to fix it, nothing that simple would fix it, and why go to all the trouble of separate beds when you can be just as unhappy together?
They lay with an uncomfortable tense silence, a million questions and doubts and fears, and about half a foot of mattress between them, and Naomi waited. For sleep, forgivness or just flat out rejection, she didn't know which one, yet. She just hoped one would come quickly.
Nothing happend. The room was silent, and the half hours ticked away what could so easily have been the last few hours spent together, and room bathed itself in close-quarterd grief.
Then Naomi was pulled back from the edge of sleep by the familiar warmth of Emily curling up close to her side. She could smell her shampoo, feel Emilys hair tickling her cheek, as she buried her face in the crook of Naomis neck. Like always.
They barely spoke the next morning, or for all of the rest of the day. They barely made eye contact; and it was so close to what Naomi had feared that had that night not happend, she might have taken it to mean Emily wanted her to leave.
But the easy, familiar contact between them the night before made her stay.
It reminded her that Emily still wanted her, deep down; it reminded her that there was still hope for them, that their relationship was still enough of a relationship to try to save.
The next night, she slept on the sofa, when Emily pointedly closed the door to their bedroom behind her.
The next morning, she woke up to find her girlfriend curled up beside her, the two of them barely fitting on the sofa, that admittedly wasnt very big to start with, Emily clinging tight to the hem of Naomis tshirt.
Their days were still mostly silent, and jagged with hurt.
Their nights were almost as if nothing had happend. And that gave Naomi hope.
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