"Hey, Rose..."
Rose slowly opened her eyes, adjusting to the sunlight coming in through the windows. She exhaled loudly as she closed her eyes again.
"Should I tell him?" she opened her eyes once more and stared at the nurse standing in front of her.
"Tell him?" the nurse scoffed." I bet he won't even care if you're already dying in front of him."
Rose stared at the ceiling above her as the words echoed inside her head.
He doesn't care...
Dying...
She slowly sat up, removing the blanket from her weak and pale legs. Her fingers traced the bruises and scars on her skin, from her shoulders to her hips and up to her feet- it was as if a witch cast a curse all over her body.
"Rose... I told you to stop staring at them, remember?" the nurse sighed as she kneeled in front of her, tying the shoelaces of her four-year-old shoes.
"Is he going to leave me once he sees t-this...?" her voice cracks at the end of her sentence.
"Sweetie-"
"He is right? He's going to leave me, right?" tears rolled down her cheeks, as she remembered the day when her lover accidentally saw the huge scar on her hips. "I remember the look he gave me that day... disgusted... and pity..."
The nurse rose to her feet and pulled the distraught girl into a warm embrace. Rose needed that. As an orphan, she only got her first real hug from her lover... which he no longer does these days.
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Emptiness
Short Story"Say it before you run out of time. Say it before it's too late. Say what you are feeling. Waiting is a mistake." - Haruki Murakami
