BOMI POV

We have lived under the same roof for more than 2 years already. This roommate of mine has trouble walking about. She is a very quiet but strong person. While i am a happy pill who will brighten everyone's life but her's. She is not my enemy, we are just not close...yet. More than 2 years already and we rarely talked.

I watched her struggling to throw that piece of paper in the rubbish bin. Just a few steps from her room and it seems like it will take her ages. My heart breaks whenever i see her trying so hard to get from one place to another. It's not like i do not want to offer help but she refuses! I used to lend her a helping hand but i got rejected so many times, i feel that i should just let her be. But whenever i see her struggling, i can't help it but to blame myself for not being able to help.

She pushed herself forward using a chair, step by step, she managed to get to the bin. She then slowly open it and stretch forward to throw that paper in. A normal person can do it in less than a minute, but for her case, she takes at least five minutes. I have a strong urge to help but something held me back. I have no idea why i cared for her so much, she is just another stranger who is living with me. But the first i met her, i feel like i need to protect her although she refused. I watch her everyday, hoping she would open up to me. Once i tried to ask her what happened but she just gave me a cold glare. I never ta