IN WHICH...
"You don't love him Nancy! You know that as much as I do! He's hurting, let him go. Just admit that you're in love with Johnathan and let Steve go." Rose doesn't know why she's fighting so hard for this. Nancy huffs out a breath of air...
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A record played through the house. Jeans favorite-Elvis. Rose played it as loud as she could, letting his vocals echo throughout the quiet home. Rose pushed open Jeans bedroom door. Her bed perfectly made, pillows fluffed, not a thing out of place.
The girl walked in still smelling Jeans scent hover in the room. The sweet vanilla and flowers. Rose walked to Jeans dresser, the bowl of jewelry full with gold and silver gems. Necklaces hung on the women's mirror, a part of the mirror foggy with age.
Rose sighed, ignoring her tired face to look further into the room. Jeans navy blue robe hung behind the door. Roses fingers gently touched it, the smooth silk running off her fingertip.
Her bedroom was small. But full of things. A small book stack was in the corner of the floor. Her large bed with light pink blanket, and rose patterned sheets. A candle on each of the bedside tables, and a white lamp that she would turn on to read. Rose silently walked over to the side of her bed, Jeans glasses set a top of the wood.
Roses jaw clenched, trying to hold back the overwhelming feeling. She swallowed thickly rubbing her sweaty palms on her pajama pants she changed into. They were black with stars sewn into the fabric, and then a sports bra and distressed black crop top. Rose quickly wiped her eyes, speed walking out of the room to grab a box.
She wasn't going to throw Jeans things away. Some she would keep for herself, and the rest she would donate. Once a year Jean made her and Rose go through everything they owned to get rid of whatever they didn't need or use. Then they would donate it.
Rose grabbed the cardboard boxes, Elvis' hound dog playing from the living room. Rose pushed open the box setting it onto Jeans bed.
Rose bit her lip, doubling over. She held her arm to her mouth to quiet the cries.
"Fuck." She tucked her hair behind her ears forcing herself to stand, opening Jeans closet. She reached grabbing down the hangers tossing them into the bed.
Rose pulled a pile off the bar tossing them behind her. When she turned around she froze. A box with a bow placed on top of it. A card was tucked under the bow and ribbon.
Rosie
Was neatly written on the envelope. Roses breath hitched, her shaky heads reaching to the shelf to grab it. Another tear slipped down her cheek falling onto the white envelope.
She couldn't open it.
Not yet.
Rose took it, not ready to see what was inside. She walked into her room placing it gently on her bed. She wiped her eyes again blowing out a long breath.
Rose walked across the hall grabbing the clothes she tossed onto Jeans bed, folding them neatly to lay in the box. She pushed the dress down into it, grabbing the next.
She hummed to herself, humming along with the song coming from the record. She tossed the hanger behind her, into the pile shes created pushing more clothes into the box.
