I thought I had planned it all perfectly, ready for anything that came my way.Miss Johnson was single again as well.On my first day of work at the office, I saw her from afar.My nerves acted up, and I promptly turned into the Amacon store.What I did not expect was, a while later, for her voice to come up from behind me."I'd like to return a package."I looked in the direction of the sound. She stood facing inside, her silhouette backlit and her voice gentle—the same way I had met her seven years ago.

There was another benefit that came with being her housemate. I was the closest person she had to ask for help from whenever she needed it.For example, she needed an emergency fake boyfriend. I was her immediate choice by proxy.I guess the luxury cars I splurged on previously came in handy then.The occasion was her ex-boyfriend's birthday party. Yes, the same ex-boyfriend I deeply despised from before.To be fair, I had told myself that he had nothing to do with us any longer, so I managed to keep my cool the entire time.When I returned from the parking lot, I saw him grabbing onto Miss Johnson's hand.The same jealousy took over me. I lunged and swung a punch at him.I knocked him over, looming over him in a heap on the floor. Just as I was about to continue, Miss Johnson held me back. She had called out my name with her soft voice.I came back to my senses in a flash.I panicked, utterly afraid that she had seen through my emotional instability.Instead, she reassured m

The next day, I gave Veronica my address.She had tried to contact me many times previously. I just never responded.Giving Veronica my address was just to prove the horrible relationship I had with my 'family'. I wanted her to believe that I was already estranged from whatever family I had left.I wanted her to believe that I did not come from money, that I was not born with a silver spoon in my mouth.I was a normal, regular person.I screwed up.She pushed me away for two months. She told me to reconsider my relationship with my parents.It was not what I had wanted at all, but she asked for it.How could I do otherwise of anything she asked?Either way, I guess it was time to deal with Veronica.

The truth was that I kept the past from her because it hurt too much. I did not wish for her to know of such pain.However, through some ups and downs, I ended up telling her anyway.I thought that she would leave me. The way I loved was so twisted and sick that it would disgust and terrify just about anyone.However, she said no. She was not leaving. She would never leave, ever.She asked if all those years before had hurt.I replied, "I met you, Miss Johnson, and it didn’t hurt anymore."