Bleach Red (Rose Weil x oc)

high infidelity

Apologies for the lack of updates I've had a lot of work with college and stuff but a few weeks ago I was in New York and was like 'damn I really have to update' and being back in New York reminded me of how romanticised the city actually is compared how chaotic it truly is. Especially for me an autistic person who hates noise, bright lights and crowds but it reminded me a lot of course of Sage and Rose. Anyway this chapter might be a bit short but I just want to get something out so you guys know I'm not dead in between my coursework and working on my portfolio for uni as garments take up my minimal spare time. Yes I am writing this message as I have 5 minutes to walk all the way to fashion textiles across campus but it's ok, if I make it. 

sage's POV :)

We sat in a cafe, a small bright place on 36th street. We got a cab, all the streets we passed by were part of the garment district, I could remember going to the district everyone rose wanted to shop for new fabrics for a show. My sadness quickly subsided as we drove and Helene kept my mind active.

"You don't have an accent" Helene said, staring at me as she sipped her coffee "your obviously not from around here?"

I held the warm cup of black tea in my hands, regretfully thinking of how it would be spring soon, and he almost summer and there would be no hot tea drinking anymore.

"Well, im from England. Originally, but my parents moved back to our family in Tennessee." I answered, looking up so our eyes met.

She raised her eyebrows when I mentioned Tennessee.

" I didn't stay very long, it wasn't good for me. I needed to be somewhere more," I breathed in slowly "diverse"

Helene smiled "ah, yes more diverse. But just as cruel and cold"

"Well. Ive been getting by. I didn't really like it here. Its loud and dirty." I took a pause "but I have Rose y'know. Well I had. Not sure what will happen next though"

My hands were resting on the table now, Helene reached out a hand and placed it on mine, this time didn't draw back or flinch.

"If she doesn't want me highly doubt that she will want us working together" I shrugged and tried to seem casual, like it didn't really bother me, it did though, of course. "Anyway I think shes got someone else. Now that she has got me out of her system"

Helene looked thoughtful, as if she was thinking about something in her head. She breathed in sharply, looked around, and caressed my hand once more. Tilting her head to the side, she said "We've just met, I know, but I was thinking. I mean, we get along so well and I'm looking for a personal assistant at the moment. In france of course and wherever else I go" she looked down at our hands touching "I was wondering if you might consider it. It's a big ask I know, I mean its halfway around the world. But its much nicer than here"

Helene looked way from my eyes for a second as I thought about it. I think she imagined I would call her insane but needed to get away, New York would remind me too much of Rose, I've always liked France.

"Sounds great"

Helene looked up suddenly with a shocked yet happy expression "is that a yes?"

"Of course it is" I smiled and she smiled too, perhaps more than me. In exitement she picked up my hand and kissed it.

-

Rose opened a drawer in her kitchen and began rummaging through it. "God, where is it!" She placed a frustrated hand on her head. Rose was looking for her old phone, any way to try and contact Sage, or to see if she was online. It was at the bottom of the draw collecting dirt and when she found it she pulled it out with triumph.

She dialled Sage's number. No answer.

"For fucks sake!"

-last seen 11:00pm yesterday-

Rose made her way hastily to the phone downstairs and dialled franks number.

"Please tell me you've found something!"

-

1 hour earlier- sage's pov

I sauntered slowly into my apartment building, peering around the door as I entered. The coast was clear. I made my way through the lobby and towards the elevator, Helene following closely behind.

"Who are you hiding from" she laughed as she grabbed my hand and kissed me on the cheek.

I looked back at her and smiled "frank, he works on the desk" I nodded at the computer "he will ask questions if he sees you"

Her hand felt heavy in mine, it was warm and comforting but something about it felt unnatural and different to rose, like it wasn't meant to fit in mine. But if Rose did not want me then I would just have to make the most of this bad, heart wrenching position. Maybe a new start somewhere different was what I needed. New York was nothing like I expected, it was just expensive, polluted and overly crowded. I was deeply hoping Paris would be different.

I reached out a hand to push the elevator button when I heard a voice.

"Oh my god, Sage where have you been!" I heard Franks voice come from behind us.

I turned around, my hand still in Helene's. "Oh I um, stayed somewhere else last night" I replied in a calm voice, hoping he would let me leave.

"Rose has been calling you nonstop trying to find you she had no idea where you were we were both worried sick!" He walked closer to me with a concerned look on bis face questioning why I didn't realise how severe this was.

"Rose made it very clear that she didn't want to see me, she can't just expect me to be at arms reach every single time she fucks us over!" I said annoyed that it seemed I was being blamed here "and she is not my mother, it is non of her business where I am, she can't keep me on a leash. My phone was broken and I went out to cheer myself up. Im sorry if I worried you"

Helene squeezed my hand for comfort, I looked to her and she smiled. Without saying another word I turned around and we began to walk toward the elevator.

"Sage you have to call her, she is losing her mind, she thinks something bad has happened to you" I stopped in my tracks as he said this, I pushed all emotion away and began to walk again "if you're not gonna call her at least let me so she knows you are safe"

I stopped again to answer him however this time I didn't turn around "you cannot  tell Rose that I am here. I am trying to move on with my life. She clearly doesn't feel the same way as she once did. I can't have her holding me back anymore"

I breathed in slowly, conjuring a compromise. 

"tell her that I am ok, but nothing more. She, She can't come here"

(update, I made it to fashion textiles 30 seconds early ;)