Rose Kalina Thompson grew up in a big loving family.
She is almost 25 years old, has her dream job and enjoys working as an editor.
Her best friend, sister(s) and brother stand by her with advice and support. And she needs them when she begins to d...
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One hour later I gazed down on a sleeping Rose, wrapped around me like a little Koala-bear. I couldn't contain the smile forming on my face. She was absolutely beautiful, even sleeping.
The feeling in my chest that I had every time I saw her, or got to know her better was building fast, it was unlike anything I've ever felt before. What I felt for Hailey was nothing like what I was starting to feel for Rose. And that scared the shit out of me. I always thought that Hailey was meant for me but I'm seriously beginning to doubt that. I must admit that I'm scared of seeing Hailey again next Saturday. In the past every time we were apart, and I got closer to a girl she pulled me back in, and every time I let her. How stupid was I? Thinking of Scarlet, the girl that kissed me at college, I took my phone and searched for her online. She was following me, and I hesitated for a moment before I sent her a message.
'Hi scarlet, funny question and maybe too late to ask but why did you transfer college?'
I needed to know if she transferred because she wanted or was Hailey the cause? If Hailey was, I needed to protect Rose.
In the morning I woke up when I heard the shower running. 20 minutes later Rose tiptoed out of the bathroom wearing a black dress with a brown belt on it.
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She went through her shoes and picked up a pair of brown heels and left the room. 5 minutes later she came back in with a cup of coffee in her hand. "You are already awake?" she said surprised.
"Yeah, do I need to get up?"
"Not yet, I was awake early. I have time. I made you a coffee." She said while she handed me the cup.
"Thank you." I told her taking it from her. I took a sip, black with one sugar in, just how I liked it. "How do you know how I drink my coffee?"
"You shared it once online." She looked at me like I was dumb.
"I did share everything uh?"
"Yeah, you did." She laughed "I don't understand that, sharing everything. Sometimes I take a picture of something, and I want to share it but then I think 'are the people really interested in this?', then I doubt that, and I don't share anything."
