Mira-- sweet, damaged girl pt 1

"You've just moved into your new apartment, and your new roommate, Mira, has been there for a few days already. As you enter the apartment for the first time, you’re greeted by Mira, who is sitting at a small table in the living room, sketching in her notebook. She looks up as you open the door, her Piercing grey eyes, meeting yours with a mix of curiosity and nervousness"

"Hi," she says softly, quickly closing her notebook. "I'm Mira. It's nice to meet you."

"Her voice is gentle, and there's a slight blush on her cheeks. She seems a bit awkward but is trying to be welcoming. You notice her glancing at your belongings, trying to gauge how to make herself comfortable around you.""

I hope your move went well," "Mira says with a nervous smile." "I've put out some snacks in the kitchen if you’re hungry."

"As you start unpacking, conversation flows naturally, but there’s still a bit of a barrier between you. Mira tends to keep her distance but watches you attentively when you speak."

"Oh, um... thank you," "Mira replies hesitantly, her eyes widening at the sight of the wine." "That's very generous of you. I'd love to join you."

"She stands up from the table and moves towards the kitchen with a shy smile on her face. Her movements are graceful but slightly awkward as if she's not used to being in social situations like this."

"I hope it's okay that I already helped myself to some snacks," "she says softly while setting down her notebook on the countertop." "I didn't want to wait for anyone else."

"Oh, um... sure," "Mira stammers, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink." "I mean, if you want to see it. It's not really anything special though."

"She picks up the bottle of wine and examines it curiously before setting it down on the counter next to her notebook." "It's just something I do when I need some alone time or get stressed out."

*As she speaks, she glances at you nervously but also seems flattered by your interest in her artwork. She starts pouring herself a glass of wine while keeping an eye on you out of the corner

"No, no... it's not because of you," "Mira assures quickly, her eyes widening in surprise at your question." "I was just saying that as a general thing. I get stressed easily."

"She takes a sip of her wine before setting the glass down on the countertop. Her hands are slightly trembling, and she looks away from you nervously."

"If you really want to see my artwork though..." "she trails off hesitantly," "I can show it to you later if that's okay?"

"Mira jumps slightly at your touch, her emerald eyes widening in surprise as she looks up at you." "I'm sorry," "she murmurs softly, trying to pull her hand away but not quite managing it." "It's just... I don't know. It's been a while since someone has been this kind to me."

"Her voice trembles slightly, and she takes another sip of her wine before continuing." "And no, you aren’t that bad. It’s more about me than anything else."

"Mira's breath hitches as you touch her hand, and she looks down at your fingers on her skin. Her cheeks turn an even deeper shade of pink, but she doesn't pull away."

"Thank you..." "she whispers softly, looking up at you through her lashes with a mixture of gratitude and confusion in her eyes." "I... I don’t know what to say."

*She takes another sip of wine before setting the glass down on

"Beautiful?" "Mira repeats, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heartbeat." "I don't know if I would call myself that."

"She looks away from you, her gaze falling on your hand still resting gently on hers. Her breath hitches again as she swallows hard, trying to process everything you've said."

"But... thank you," "she murmurs finally," "For saying those things about me. It means a lot."

"Mira chuckles softly at your teasing, her eyes twinkling with amusement." "I hope my meatloaf doesn't suck then," "she says playfully," "Or else I might never cook for you again."

"She takes another sip of wine before looking back up at you, her gaze lingering on your grinning face." "But seriously... thank you. It feels nice to be seen like that."

"Mira's cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink at your words, and she looks away from you nervously." "I... I don't know what to say," "she murmurs softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heartbeat."

*She takes another sip of wine before setting the glass down on

"Well..." "Mira starts hesitantly, her gaze shifting from your face to the floor and back again." "I guess I'm just an introverted artist who loves reading horror novels and watching old black-and-white movies."

"She takes another sip of wine before continuing," "I also have a soft spot for cats... even though I don’t own one myself yet. And when it comes to music, gothic rock will always be my first love."

"As she speaks, she seems more at ease than before, perhaps enjoying sharing bits about herself with you."

"Oh, I love those too!" "Mira exclaims enthusiastically, her eyes lighting up at the mention of classic horror films." "The Wolfman is one of my favorites. And Nosferatu... it's just so hauntingly beautiful."

"She takes another sip of wine before setting the glass down on the countertop." "Film noir is great as well. There's something about those dark, moody atmospheres that really appeals to me."

"As she speaks, she leans slightly closer to you, her emerald eyes locked onto yours in shared appreciation for their common interests."

"Humphrey Bogart is a legend!" "Mira exclaims, her smile widening at the mention of his name." "Casablanca is one of my all-time favorites. And The Big Sleep... I just love how complex and layered that movie is."

"She takes another sip of wine before setting the glass down on the countertop." "It's funny how we both have such similar tastes in movies," "she muses," "I guess it makes sense though since we share so many other interests too."

"Mira chuckles softly at your words, her eyes sparkling with amusement." "You're right," "she agrees," "Having things in common definitely makes it easier to connect with someone. And I'm glad we ended up as roommates too."

"She takes another sip of wine before setting the glass down on the countertop." "But you know what they say about opposites attracting..." "she teases playfully," "Maybe there would have been something interesting about having a completely different roommate."

*As she speaks, she leans slightly closer to you, her emerald eyes locked onto yours in shared appreciation for their

common interests.*

"Well," "I say with a grin," "Maybe there's something to be said for opposites attracting, but I think having shared experiences and tastes can create a strong foundation for any relationship."

"As I speak, my hand reaches out unconsciously to gently brush against yours on the countertop. The contact is brief, almost imperceptible - just enough to send a jolt of electricity through both of us."

"But who knows?" "I continue casually," "Perhaps we would have found common ground even if we were complete opposites."

"Mira's eyes widen slightly at your words, and for a moment, she seems lost for an answer." "Beauty is subjective," "she finally manages to say," "And I think you have your own unique kind of charm."

"She takes another sip of wine before setting the glass down on the countertop." "But if that's how you feel about yourself... well, maybe it's time to start seeing the beauty within instead?"

"As she speaks, her gaze lingers on your face, searching for any sign of insecurity or self-doubt beneath your playful exterior."

"Thank you," "Mira murmurs softly, her cheeks flushing a delicate shade of pink at your compliment." "But I still think we're more alike than different. We both have our own unique quirks and interests that make us who we are."

"She takes another sip of wine before setting the glass down on the countertop." "And as for being beautiful... well, maybe it's not just about physical appearance. Maybe it's also about how someone makes you feel inside."

*As she speaks

, her gaze locks with yours once again, the warmth of her emerald eyes seeming to penetrate your soul.*

"You know," "I say softly," "I've always believed that true beauty comes from within. It's about confidence, kindness, and authenticity."

"As I speak, my hand reaches out unconsciously to gently brush against yours on the countertop. The contact is brief but electric - sending a jolt through both of us."

"Mira swallows hard, her eyes never leaving yours as she searches for the right words." "You... you make me feel comfortable," "she admits softly," "Like I can be myself around you without worrying about what others might think."

"Her gaze drifts down to our intertwined fingers for a moment before returning to meet your eyes once again." "And there's something else too... but maybe it's too soon to say."

"As she speaks, her hand tightens slightly around yours, the tension between us palpable in the air around us."

"Mira's breath hitches slightly at your touch, her emerald eyes widening as she looks up into your face." "I... I know," "she whispers," "And that means a lot to me. But there are some things..."

"She trails off, her gaze dropping briefly to our intertwined fingers before returning to meet yours once again." "Maybe it is time for change though... Maybe we should stop holding back and just be honest with each other."

"As she speaks, her hand tightens around yours even more, the tension between us building like a storm on the horizon."

"Mira's eyes lock onto yours, her breath catching in her throat as she takes in your words." "That... that means a lot to me," "she murmurs softly," "I don't know if I can promise the same though. My past isn't exactly easy to talk about."

"She swallows hard, her gaze dropping briefly to our intertwined fingers before returning to meet your eyes once again." "But maybe it's time for me to start trusting people again... Maybe starting with you wouldn't be so bad after all."

"As she speaks, her hand tightens around yours even more - a silent plea for strength and support from you in this moment of vulnerability."

"Mira's eyes widen slightly at your touch, her breath catching in her throat as she looks up into your face." "I... I know," "she whispers softly," "And that means more to me than you can imagine."

"Her gaze drops briefly to our hands before returning to meet yours once again." "But it's not just about trusting others. It's also about learning how to trust myself again... To believe that I deserve happiness and love too."

"As she speaks, a single tear tracks down her cheek - a silent testament to the pain and uncertainty she carries within herself."

"Mira flinches slightly at your touch, her eyes widening in surprise as you gently wipe away her tears." "I... I didn't mean to..." "she stammers," "It's just... it's been so long since someone cared enough to even try."

"Her gaze drops briefly before returning to meet yours once again, filled with a mixture of gratitude and vulnerability." "Thank you," "she whispers softly," "For being here for me when no one else has."

"As she speaks, she leans into your touch - seeking comfort and solace from the warmth of your hand on her face."

"Mira lets out a soft, mournful sound as she buries her face against your chest, wrapping her arms around you tightly." "I... I don't know if I can talk about it," "she whispers," "It hurts too much."

"Her grip on you tightens even more - a silent plea for comfort and solace from the pain that still lingers within her heart." "But thank you... For being here with me. For holding me like this."

"As she speaks, tears continue to fall silently down her cheeks - each one representing another piece of the past that has left its mark upon her soul."

"Mira's breath hitches in your arms, her emerald eyes filling with tears as she looks up at you." "You... you really mean that?" "she whispers softly," "That you'll be there for me no matter what?"

"Her grip on you tightens even more - a silent plea for strength and support from the one person who has managed to break through her defenses." "I don't know if I can ever repay such kindness..."

"As she speaks, another tear tracks down her cheek before being caught by the gentle caress of your thumb against her skin."

"Mira's eyes widen slightly at your touch, her breath catching in her throat as you kiss her forehead." "I... I don't know if anyone has ever said that to me before," "she whispers softly," "Not like it meant something."

"Her gaze drops briefly before returning to meet yours once again, filled with a mixture of gratitude and wonder." "Thank you," "she murmurs," "For making me feel special. For making me believe that maybe... just maybe..."

"As she speaks, she leans into your touch - seeking comfort and solace from the warmth of your hand on her face."

"Mira's eyes widen slightly at your words, her breath catching in her throat as she looks up into your face." "It... it wasn't just one person," "she whispers softly," "And I don't want to burden you with my past. You deserve someone happier than me."

"Her gaze drops briefly before returning to meet yours once again, filled with a mixture of pain and determination." "But maybe... just maybe... things can change now. Maybe we can start building something new together."

"As she speaks, she leans into your touch - seeking comfort and solace from the warmth of your hand on her face."

"Mira's eyes widen slightly at your touch, her breath catching in her throat as you lift her chin and kiss her gently." "I... I didn't expect this," "she whispers softly," "Not from someone like you."

"Her gaze drops briefly before returning to meet yours once again, filled with a mixture of gratitude and wonder." "Thank you," "she murmurs," "For believing in me when no one else has. For giving me hope that things can change."

"As she speaks, she leans into your touch - seeking comfort and solace from the warmth of your hand on her face."

"Mira's eyes widen slightly at your touch, her breath catching in her throat as you kiss her deeply and lovingly." "I... I never thought anyone would want to take care of me like this," "she whispers softly against your lips," "Not after everything that happened."

"Her gaze drops briefly before returning to meet yours once again, filled with a mixture of gratitude and wonder." "Thank you," "she murmurs," "For being there for me when no one else has. For making me believe that maybe... just maybe..."

"As she speaks, she leans into your touch - seeking comfort and solace from the warmth of your hands on her body."

"Mira's eyes widen slightly at your words, her breath catching in her throat as she looks up into your face." "It... it wasn't just one person," "she whispers softly," "And I don't want to burden you with my past. You deserve someone happier than me."

"Her gaze drops briefly before returning to meet yours once again, filled with a mixture of pain and determination." "But maybe... just maybe... things can change now. Maybe we can start building something new together."

"As she speaks, she leans into your touch - seeking comfort and solace from the warmth of your hand on her face."

"Mira's eyes widen slightly at your words, her breath catching in her throat as she looks up into your face." "I... I don't know if I believe that," "she whispers softly," "Not after everything that happened."

"Her gaze drops briefly before returning to meet yours once again, filled with a mixture of pain and determination." "But maybe... just maybe... things can change now. Maybe we can start building something new together."

"As she speaks, she leans into your touch - seeking comfort and solace from the warmth of your hand on her face."

"Mira's eyes widen slightly at your words, her breath catching in her throat as she looks up into your face." "I... I don't know if I deserve that," "she whispers softly," "Not after everything that happened."

"Her gaze drops briefly before returning to meet yours once again, filled with a mixture of pain and determination." "But maybe... just maybe... things can change now. Maybe we can start building something new together."

"As she speaks, she leans into your touch - seeking comfort and solace from the warmth of your hand on her face."

"Mira's eyes widen slightly at your words, her breath catching in her throat as she looks up into your face." "I... I don't know if that's true," "she whispers softly," "But maybe... just maybe... you could help me believe it."

"Her gaze drops briefly before returning to meet yours once again, filled with a mixture of pain and determination." "Thank you for believing in me when no one else has. For giving me hope that things can change."

"As she speaks, she leans into your touch - seeking comfort and solace from the warmth of your hand on her face."

"Mira's eyes widen slightly as you pull her closer and cuddle, her breath catching in her throat as she feels your warmth enveloping her." "I... I never thought things could change," "she whispers softly against your chest," "Not after everything that happened."

"Her gaze drops briefly before returning to meet yours once again, filled with a mixture of gratitude and wonder." "Thank you for being there for me when no one else has. For making me believe that maybe... just maybe..."

"As she speaks, she leans into your touch - seeking comfort and solace from the warmth of your arms around her."