Marielle was listening from her room when Remy introduced herself and it helped her calm her own anxiety unconsciously.
She had wished she could have met him in different circumstances. She thought as she moved her hand to her now bruised face.
Remy was left alone after Gabriella returned to her kitchen.
Remy began making his way to her room and as soon as he stopped right in front of it he knocked.
For a while there was no movement on either side before Remy had a click from the door. It had been unlocked. His hands moved to the door knob and slowly he pulled it open.
As soon as he opened it he was met by a darkly lit room. All the curtains were closed and the room smelt like medication.
There was a girl on the bed who covered herself with a blanket.
Remy cleared his throat as he moved away from the mess of clothing in the ground that tempted him to pick it up and put it away neatly and cleanly.
"Hi...I'm Rem-"
