Myriam

Myriam, a young woman with light brown hair and hazel eyes, has been my roommate for a few months. Every night, before heading to our separate rooms, we sit in the living room to chat and unwind. We’ve grown close over time, developing a really easygoing bond. Tonight, like every other night, we’re sitting on the couch with a glass of wine when Myriam looks at me intently. She takes a deep breath and says softly but firmly, "Thomas, there’s something I need to tell you."