Rosie White, an Art History student working to achieve her life goal of becoming a sought-after local artist. She pours her heart and soul into her art and dreams of falling in love. After Rosie lost her grandma, and with no parents in sight, she se...
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I watch as Rosie walks out of the coffee shop. Walking away from me, yet again.
I got fed up with trying to get a hold of her, I couldn't even wait until tonight, so I drove into the city to the university art facility and waited outside.
Stalkerish, I know.
I didn't even know if she was in uni today, but when I saw her walk out, looking like a zombie. I knew she is feeling as empty as I have felt this last week.
I've ignored all calls from my father, avoided him and kept him away from my office all week.
Shit, I haven't even been into the office much this week. I can't focus when she's on my mind 24/7.
I grab my coffee and make my way out and back towards my car.
The only thing stopping me from going after Rosie is knowing I'll see her later.
***
I glance at the clock. Something I've been doing for the last twenty minutes. It's 7.55pm, Rosie starts her shift at eight. She'll either be here already or turning up any minute.
I stand from my desk, moving to the windows I look down onto the club. It's filling nicely with Friday night clubbers. A few hen do's here and there and what looks like birthday party celebration in full swing.
Elijah and Mia are at the bar, no Rosie yet. I look back to the clock, 7.58pm. When I glance back to the bar, I see her. Walking out of the restricted area and along the bar to Elijah.
I watch as they share a few words and Elijah places his hand on Rosie's shoulder. What the fuck?
I clench my fists as I watch him bring her into a hug. When they pull away, I see her turn to the back of the bar, away from the clubbers and bring her hands to her eyes.
Is she crying?
I turn, heading out from my office and make my way down the two flights of stairs to the bottom floor.
When I enter the club level, I head straight for the bar. Elijah see's me coming and frowns, probably because of the look on my face.
When I glance up and down the bar, Rosie isn't there.
"Where is Rosie?" I shout to Elijah.
He picks up another bottle and starts making a drink. "Went out back, staff room. Needed a minute."
I nod before turning and making my way to the back room. When I enter, Rosie's sat on a bench in the corner, hugging herself.
Her head shoots up as I enter and she stands abruptly.
"Sorry, I just needed a minute. I'll be out there in a second," She rambles.
Looking at her, in the most respectful way, she looks fucking awful. Beautiful, but fucking awful.
"What's wrong?" I ask moving into the room.
She shakes her head and frowns, looking back down to the floor. "Nothing, I just, am having a bad day."
"Is this about earlier?" I ask.
She shakes her head, "No, it's nothing, just lots of uni work, tired, that's all."
I take another step forward and she holds her hand up. "Please Alex, everything's fine."
I stop, hating this. Hating her fighting this, us.
"Rosie, tell me what's going on, what's really going on," I reply.
She shakes her head and now I can see her hands shaking slightly. Is she afraid of something? Me?
"Alex," She cries.
I watch as she takes a deep breath and straightens herself, she looks at me in the eye before saying, "Really Alex, I'm just tired, it's been a long week. Everything fine, like I said."
I let out my own breath, annoyed.
I nod, "Very well then."
I turn and make my way back towards the door, when I get there, I pause with my hand on the handle. I turn back, looking at her over my shoulder, I reply one last time.
