Rose sat on the edge of her bed, phone clutched loosely in her hand.
The screen glowed with a familiar name — Ren.
She hesitated before pressing call.
Carson’s words replayed in her head.
“If that someone really means something, they shouldn't let silence be their last memory of that person”
She hated how this is stuck with her. Maybe because it reminded her of how easily feelings could tangle — how easy it was to hurt someone without meaning to.
She didn’t want that to happen to Ren strangely.
The call rang once. Twice.
Then went straight to voicemail.
Rose sighed. “Really, Ren?” she muttered. She's been calling him nonstop but every call went straight as voicemail. Seeing him not picking she drop the phone onto the bed, annoyed.
Why won't he pick up? Is he really that busy?
For a few moments, she sat still, debating with herself. She shouldn’t go looking for him. She wasn’t the type to chase people around, especially not for someone else’s love life.
Let him handle his own feelings.
Let him—
But before her thoughts could finish, she found herself already ready for school when she planned to stay home.
She slipped on her shoes.
“Stupid,” she mumbled, grabbing her bag “This is stupid.”
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The school hallways were half-empty, sunlight spilling through the windows in long golden stripes. She took a deep breath, Her footsteps echoed as she made her way up the last flight of stairs. the way she always used to go when she needed air.
The rooftop door was slightly ajar. She was about to push it open when a voice stopped her.
Ren’s.
Her hand froze on the handle.
“I have been fooling myself all this time.” his tone was quiet, but there was something strained underneath. "There's nothing I can do it's all over".
And then another voice softer, a little unsure.
Gorya.
“Are you sure?” Gorya asks.
Rose’s breath caught. She didn’t move.
From the gap in the doorway, she could see them their backs turned to her, standing close beneath the sunlight that shimmered off the rooftop railing.
Her gaze lingered on Ren’s silhouette. The wind tugged gently at his hair, and even from here, she could see the faint smile he gave Gorya the one she hadn’t seen in days.
Something twisted in her chest, quiet and uninvited.
She didn’t step forward. She didn’t call his name.
She just stood there, watching.
Her fingers curled against the doorframe, and she whispered to herself, almost bitterly,
“Guess he was busy after all.”
With that she turned to leave. Taking small steps down. Lost in somewhere in her heart. she wanted to look back but didn't.
She was almost down the stairs when a sudden movement made her freeze.
“Boo!”
Rose’s heart leapt. “OH!” she snapped, stepping back instinctively, her hand flying up in defense before she realized who it was.
MJ burst into laughter, nearly doubling over. “Whoa—didn’t think you’d actually get surprised and all ready to fight!”
Her glare could’ve burned holes. “One day, MJ, I really might.”
“That’s the plan!” he grinned, clearly proud of himself for startling her.
Before she could roll her eyes again, a familiar voice called from behind him.
“Hey, Rose.”
Kavin stood there, hands in his pockets, flanked by two girls from his class. He looked her over with a knowing smirk. “You here to see Ren?”
Rose’s spine stiffened for half a second, but she nodded casually. “Yeah. I… had something important to tell him.”
“Oh?” Kavin arched an eyebrow. “Then why are you leaving?"
Her lips parted, but she couldn’t quite find the words. Why was she leaving?
She doesn't know why but she clearly knows it doesn't matter anymore. Then why she thoughts she matters?
She exhaled slowly and pulled a small notebook from her hoodie pocket. Flipping it open to a blank page, she scribbled something quickly her handwriting hurried but neat. Then she tore the page out, folded it twice, and held it out to Kavin.
“If you see him,” she said, her tone light but distant, “give this to Ren, okay?”
Kavin looked surprised but nodded. “Sure. What’s this?”
“Nothing much,” she replied, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Just… something I forgot to say.”
And with that, she turned away before anyone could ask more.
The hallway buzzed faintly with laughter behind her, Her footsteps echoed softly, fading as she disappeared around the corner.
Rose didn’t show up to class that day. She’d told the teacher she wasn’t feeling well, and by noon, she was sitting in the corner of the staff office, head bowed, her phone clutched in her hand.
She called her brother.
“Ray… can you pick me up?”
He didn’t ask questions . just said he’d be there soon.
When Ray arrived, she stood without a word. Her movements were slow, almost distant, as if her thoughts were miles away. She followed him out, keeping her gaze low, her bag hanging loosely from one shoulder.
The car ride was quiet. Too quiet.
The hum of the engine filled the space between them, but Rose said nothing. She just stared out the window, watching the world blur past.
Ray glanced at her once, then again. He didn’t need words to know something was wrong. he could feel it, heavy in the air between them.
Her silence wasn’t tired or sick. It was the kind that came after trying too hard after holding in too much.
Finally, he spoke, his voice low.
“Rose… what happened?”
She didn’t answer right away. Her fingers tightened around the hem of her sleeve, eyes fixed on the clear sky.
“…Nothing,” she whispered.
But Ray knew better.
Ray kept glancing her way, trying to read the faintest flicker of emotion on her face but there was nothing. Just that same calm mask she’d worn for years.
Only this time, it didn’t feel like calm.
It felt like collapse, hidden under control.
He wanted to ask again, but her silence said enough. So he drove the rest of the way without another word.
Ray’s car stopped in front of the house, but Rose didn’t move right away. The world outside the window looked blurred not from tears, but from the kind of heaviness that pressed against her eyes.
She used to be good at pretending nothing bothered her.
Lately, it wasn’t working.
Ray called her name once, quietly. She didn’t answer.
She stepped out of the car, walked inside, and closed the door to her room with a soft click like sealing the noise out and herself in.
The moment she was alone, everything she’d been holding in started to crack.
She sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the lamp . Her chest felt tight, her throat dry, as if she’d swallowed everything she wanted to say until it burned from the inside.
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