"I love you." [Not continuing, will rewrite.]

Chapter 14 | She's not waking up [My remaining draft]

Idfk I will just publish this, this si the draft I still had... I guess you guys can see it..l really weird stuff, yes.

She doesnt know how much time had passed. Honestly? She lost track of a lot at this point. But Adora..

-

Catra sat in a room. It could be almost comfortable, almost. But there was this uneasiness. She didn't know if people know, she just knew the police wasn't allowed to enter the clinic. What even was this clinic for. Here were barely physical sick people. She didn't care. Adora wasn't here, so she hated it.

In the room was a bed, a desk, closet, a bathroom attached to the room. Earlier those people asked if her family could come visit her yet. She didn't agree.

Her throat felt weirdly dry.

Someone enters the room. They sit down on a chair and look at her.

"Hi! My name's Rosé. What's your name?"

Rosé didn't look like a doctor. Rosé had casual clothes on. Rosé looked friendly.

However Catra didn't trust Rosé.

She looked away.

"Not the talking type? Well that's fine. Do you want to know more about me? Who I am?"

Catra shrugged.

"Alright. My full name is Roséanne Grey. I am 28. My pronouns are she/her. I am straight. I like to try food from other cultures... and I can play the violin and guitar."

Huh. Catra looked at Roséanne, I mean, really looked at her. The first time she did that since she was here.

Long, straight blonde hair which she had in a ponytail. Smooth skin. A nice, tender smile. Her teeth looked absurdly perfect. Her nails were short, but there was orange nail polish on them. She didnt wear any makeup except simple eyeliner and peachy-pink lipgloss. White sneakers with black lines on them, baggy woman jeans with high waistline, a asymmetrical top in a color she couldn't even identify right now, tugged into those jeans.

She reminded her of Adora so much.
The main difference was that she had strong green eyes, not that beautiful blue-grey from her Adora.

She looked away again. She wanted to see Adora.

Rosé was patient. "Do you wanna do something? I brought something for you."

Catra looked at her again, curious. She tilted her head a bit, waiting.

"But not here. We've got to leave the room, okay?"

Catra hesitated, but then slowly nodded. Standing up, and going with this person wherever.

They entered a room. It reminded her of kindergarden.

Catra stopped by the door frame, just completely going in as she was offered to.

She sat down on a chair and now Rosé, after closing the door, gave her what she mentioned earlier.

And it turned out to be a guitar.

The brunette carefully took it, afraid she could break it. But for the first time since she is here she leaked some kind of emotion, excitment bubbling up in her, and her lips twitching a little bit.

"Do you know how to play?"

Catra shook her head.

"Alright, do you want me to show you a bit? Can I come closer to you?"

Catra hesitated.

Catra nodded.

Rosé kneeled down next to Catra and carefully showed her how to hold the guitar right.