Rosé's POV
I'm just lying on my bed, as still and impassive as a corpse. The room's all messy, but not messier than my heart. My alarm goes off as I keep staring at the white ceiling. One won't be wrong to say that I won't budge from my place even if World War III breaks out. All I hear is silence, and it's disturbing.
He forgot our anniversary. I knew he had changed, for the worse.
I thought that you'd remember, but it seems that you forgot~
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