𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒂

𝘀𝗶𝘅; 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘆𝘀𝗼𝗻

I had loved Rosalie Aria De Luca for the past decade.
I loved everything about her.

The way her eyes sparkled.
The way her hair curled.
The way her mind created.

Now she was no longer mine: but his.

I doubt they love one another, for the simple fact they barely know each other.

And surely you can't love someone you don't know, right?

She was too loving, delicate, innocent to be poisoned by his touch.

They were opposites, but what's worrying me is that opposites more than often attract each other.

☾︎༒︎☽︎

It was the morning after.

The morning after everything.
The wedding.
The dancing.
The murder.

Has no one mentioned the murder yet?
How incredibly unfortunate.

Rosa was mine.
She will be mine.
She always has been mine.

This isn't the end Mendoza.
It will never be the end.

𑁍❣︎𑁍

This is a filler chapter, very short I know, but I need to buy myself some time as I'm currently suggesting from writers block...

I promise a proper chapter will air soon.

Take care ❣️

sending love,
m<3