Prologue

We sat there thinking how we ended up being together. Thinking 'bout how our families met and just decided that we might help each other heal. Thinking about what came to their minds for them to decide that we should live together. I mean, I barely know this guy. I can't even think of any reason how I could help him, same as him to me. I can't risk myself again. Reminiscing how myself ended up building myself over and over again. What if this person gets so close to me somehow? I should say "no". But why does the other half of me pursues to risk because maybe he can really help me? Can two different people really help eachother? I stood up and decided to make some coffee for us. I gave him his americano as I was sipping from mine, then sat beside him and faced him. My mind is made up. “When do we start?” both said simultaneously.