"I got your parents to let you go shopping at the mall with me," Charlotte beamed. "Are you up for ice tea from Starbucks?"
Rosemary smiled, her hand clenching against the door frame. "I'd love to," she said. "Let me go get some money, though—"
"No!" Charlotte shook her head. "It's on me."
She frowned. "Charlotte—"
"Rosie." Charlotte gave her a warning look, and Rosemary gave in.
"Okay, fine, but next time, I'm paying, okay?" she asked, and Charlotte gave her a mischievous smile.
"We'll see about that," was all she said.
Rosemary rolled her eyes, stepping out the door. As she walked down her front steps, she stumbled, dizzy; black dots danced along her vision and she exhaled a sharp breath, falling into her friend.
"Are you okay?" Charlotte cried, freaking out. She hadn't seen Rosemary like this, and to be frank, she thought her friend would fall back into a coma.
Rosemary blinked, and her vision returned. She nodded slowly. "Yeah, it happens sometimes. It's okay, the doctors said it was normal."
"You woke up like, two weeks ago," Charlotte fretted, her eyes wide.
"And I was asleep for two years," she deadpanned.
"Just, be careful, yeah?" Charlotte asked, her fingers tangling with Rosemary's as they walked down the street together to a bus stop. "I can't lose you for a second time. My poor heart's done with you almost dying for a lifetime."
She giggled. "I will. Promise," she replied.
"Good." Charlotte grinned. "So, where else do you want to go to after Starbucks? I heard this new clothes store opened the other day!"
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He stood in front of the grave, tears silently falling down his cheeks. He lowered his head, sitting down cross-legged, twirling a rose between his fingers.
"Hi," he whispered, tears clouding his vision. He sat quietly, a hand messing up his hair as he swallowed thickly. "I, um, I brought this for you."
He set the rose down on the dirt, brushing away the decaying flowers he and his family had left before for the last couple months.
"I miss you," he whispered. "I can't believe you're gone..."
He sobbed, his fingers digging into the dirt. He couldn't talk; his throat clogged and he shut his eyes, trying to block his senses out.
"I miss you," he repeated. "Do you..."
He stopped, staring at the pink rose, which was as pink as new blood.
"Don't forget me, okay? Wherever you are, I hope you're watching. Because...it would make me feel safer. I'm sorry if I was terrible to you."
There was only silence.
He would never hear her reply.
"Okay...um, I need to go. I have a job to get too soon, nothing really important. I just give out coffee. So...yeah. I'll come back."
He stood, leaning over to brush his fingers against the headstone. "Love you," he breathed, turning and walking away, leaving the rose behind.
~ Lyn
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So, what do you think? Is the part in italics mysterious?
I find it mysterious. I honestly don't know what's going on in my brain right now so I'm really sorry if I make any of you sad in the coming chapters. Writing is actually quite therapeutic, so if I just dump all my angst into this story, I shall be spreading it all to you :D
Sorry, but not sorry! <3
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General FictionA game against time. A story of sibling love. Would it be all right at the end? At twelve years old, Rosemary Miller had been part of an accident that had sent her into a coma for two years. Two years later, when she woke up, she wasn't the same...
