Rosa Sanchez. The first word that comes to mind is always 'power'. Known as Thorn by many, she seems to be the most dangerous woman in the world. But, she wasn't always like this. That leads many people to wonder how she came to be. What made an inn...
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Pushing my body to the limits when I was stressed was one of my worst habits.
I should've talked to her before. I should've brought it up whenever she broached the subject of marriage.
Instead, I let myself get comfortable with her shyness and hatred of confrontation.
I never expected her to ask me, I don't think she expected to ask either.
It was early too, I just turned eighteen. Sure, we'd known each other for years but most of that consisted of letters.
"Rosa, what the hell did you do?" Marina's voice pulled me from my trance.
I dropped down from the pull-up bar. "I fucked up."
"No shit, you only work out here when you mess up, but what did you do?"
I sighed. "Ana asked me to marry her."
Mariana raised her eyebrows. "I mean it's a little early, but how is that bad? Did you already have a ring or something?"
"I said no. Then I proceeded to tell her I would never marry her, and I didn't give an explanation."
She stared at me. "Why the hell won't you?"
"Look at my mother Mari."
"She was forced into marrying an abuser, Ana wants to marry you. Just because the marriages you've seen are terrible doesn't mean they all are. In fact, most aren't."
She did have a point, but that wasn't the only reason I was holding back.
"What if she wakes up one day and doesn't love me anymore? Divorce is horrible for everyone involved."
"She's not going to wake up one day and not love you, that's not how love works. And I'm sure if you ever got divorced it wouldn't be anywhere near as painful as it usually is." She rolled her eyes at me.
"Sure, maybe she can't stop loving me in a night, but she could wake up and finally see me for who I am. Once she does that she's going to run away screaming. It's going to be bad enough without having to go through a divorce."
She narrowed her eyes at me. "Is this about you or her?"
"Her?" I raised an eyebrow. "How would it be about me?"
The corners of her mouth tugged at a smile. "If she wanted to run away from you a divorce would be annoying sure, but it's necessary. You have to continually see her and know she's fighting to run away, you want a clean break, you want her to leave and never look back."
I stared at her. "Well, who wants to watch someone they love fight to leave."
She sighed. "Look, I know you're permanently scarred from your parents, but unless you decide to start hitting her, that's not going to be a problem. You can pretend that you're protecting her, I think you're just scared."
