A Ruin Of Roses (Used to be: My Mysterious Husband)

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𝙳𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗, 𝙸𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝟻:𝟹𝟻 𝙿.𝙼 𝙹𝚄𝙻𝚈 𝟹𝚛𝚍 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟾
[𝙿.𝙾.𝚅 𝙹𝙰𝚇𝙾𝙽]

I can't begin to understand my feelings That Rose and Jayden are gone. I flip through some of the Notes in Her Journal.

𝒥𝒶𝓃𝓊𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝟩𝓉𝒽 2018

 𝒯𝑜𝒹𝒶𝓎, 𝐼 𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝓉𝓇𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝑒𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈, 𝒶 𝓈𝓎𝓂𝒷𝑜𝓁𝒾𝒸 𝑔𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒻𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝑒𝓍𝒸𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒾𝒸𝒾𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃. 𝐻𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓉𝒽 𝒾𝓈, 𝐼'𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝓊𝓅𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽𝒹𝒶𝓎. 𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝐼'𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑔𝓊𝓎, 𝒥𝒶𝓍𝑜𝓃, 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓌𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈. 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹, 𝐼 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝓇𝓊𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓅 𝒹𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝑜𝓅𝒾𝓃𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝒾𝓂, 𝑒𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎. 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓃𝒾𝒶𝒷𝓁𝓎 𝓊𝓃𝓈𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓂𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝒶𝒹 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓈𝒶𝓎. 𝑀𝓎 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝓃 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓉𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝒥𝒶𝓎𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓅𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓂. 

 𝐿𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝑔𝓊𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝒶 𝒽𝒶𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓂𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒟𝒶𝒹. 𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶𝓃 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹. 𝐿𝑜𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓉 𝓈𝑜 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝒻𝓉 𝓊𝓈. 𝒥𝒶𝓎𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝒻𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝑜, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝑜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝒸𝓇𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝑒𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒞𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓂𝒶𝓈, 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒟𝒶𝒹 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎. 𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉-𝓌𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑔𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒻. 

 𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓈 𝐼 𝓈𝒸𝓇𝒾𝒷𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼'𝓂 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓇. 𝒥𝒶𝓎𝒹𝑒𝓃'𝓈 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝓊𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒻𝓊𝓁, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉, 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒻𝓊𝓁. 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒'𝓈 𝒶𝓃 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇-𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅𝓈 𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒶𝓉 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 – 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒶𝑔𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉, 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓅, 𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓉𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓇𝒾𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝓂𝑒.