Rosie's POV
I left the same day she left for the rehearsal. I needed to fix my life, and patch things up with myself starting with selling my artworks and showcasing it on exhibitions.
I left my social life and sold my party clothes that have never been used and put some to good will. Lucky for me, atleast, half of my old clothes that Denisse was dreading to get rid of are just sitting in the attic . I initially thought if I should give it away as well few months ago when I was too in my own persona. Thank God I didn't give them away or else I might have a problem with my clothes.
I was ecstatic when I got a call from one of the galleries and told me my artwork might be showcased on their Gallery this month and asked if it would be okay for one of them to be open for bidding.
From then on, I focused on my job and career and I stopped communicating socially. It's not like Denisse kept in touch with me. She knows my address but she never came, as if she'd come over. I lost her already just like how I expected. But other than shutting down social media, I avoided Devin. She was setting me up pretty bad. She told me the kind of women Dante would want and cruelly watched me drown myself in a quicksand.
If she tells me this is a prank, fuck her.
Firstly, I was upset that Devin had to lie to me to involve myself in smoking. Now I can't stop getting atleast one when I work.
She left me numerous texts and I have left them all on read and focused on saving my rent and finding a way to take back my truck.
Thankfully the Gallery takes care of the transportation of my artwork so it wasn't that much of a problem.
I let out a huge puff of smoke and closed my eyes, imagining Dante's hand. How she touched my face with it and how it roamed around every inch of my body.
I hummed and felt myself smiling as I resume painting. There's no guarantee that she might be my last and final love but she will always be the first to make me feel all different emotions in one setting.
She would probably scold me right now for smoking again but I don't think I know how to stop anytime soon.
I'll make more money, you'll see when I come back.
I let out a huge sigh.
Wait...
Wouldn't that sound problematic? Me suddenly coming over knowing I became a problem of someone's relationship.
Dante did cheat on Harvey with me... Or not. I mean it might be just a fling thing, who knows? But I want to come clean, I was desperate and blinded. Even now, I still feel like I do.
Making more money to show her I improved as a lousy excuse to see them would make things worse. I'd go there and tell her 'Hey, I have money now.' and then what?
I groaned and ruffled my hair. I just... I have nobody to celebrate my achievements with.
But Dante always deserves the best and I don't t expect her to ruin her relationship to wait for me to grow successful. Maybe I should let this rest and close.
I know I said Dante deserves the best version of me but I completely forgot that I'm taking what's not mine.
With time for myself, I did reflect on my actions and how I was indeed selfish for wanting Dante. Even though we never talked about what I saw back at the studio the very first time I visited, I knew I should've stepped back by that time already.
If only I wasn't persistent, I would've stayed put to guard my heart that was already feeling dejected and confused.
I grabbed my phone and contacted someone I never thought I would awhile.
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