You Forgot the Toliet Paper

Running faster and faster, jump over the fence, through the alley, jump onto the fire escape, climb four flights up and then see the open window, yell boo as loud as you can.
"Jesus H. Christ! You scared me!" your roommate yells. This roommate is the same girl you have a crush on for two years now. The scent of curry powder, thyme and coriander drifts to your nose. It smells good.
"Sorry," you say after you come in. You close the window, a little. "I got grapes, milk and dish-soap as requested." You present your grocery bag as if you just drew a masterpiece of stick people as a four year old and you're showing off to your mother. She is not your mother and she is not gentle with her criticism of you. To her, you are a temporary thing until something better comes. So is this apartment, and neighbourhood and city.
"You forgot the tomatoes and toilet paper, who forgets toilet paper?" she says. She puts her plate on the counter and give you one delicious omelette. "It's alright, I'll get the toilet paper." She puts on her leather coat her mother gave her from the 80's. You put your head down. You feel like a failure. She goes down the lift. A few minutes later, you hear a gun go off. You leave out the window, down the fire escape and run as fast you can to the front of the building. An old man is being put on a gurtney in an ambulance. Police are shaking their heads. You find her.
"What happened?" you ask her. "Are you okay?"
"Fine," she said, shakingly. She isn't fine she got shot in the shoulder. "The police were passing by and the idiots shot the old man."
"And you," you say. "She's shot."
"The ambulance is coming," said the copper.
"Good," you whisper. You hold her. It comes after what seems like forever. They load her on the gurney. She grabs your hand.
"If I die," she starts.
"You're not going to die, you can't. I love you."
"If I die, make sure you remember to get toilet paper." she says.