Dear Rosaline

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"Come on now, Rose; or else you'll get sick."

Here she is, in the shed, waiting for no one—staring blankly. Julia diverted her attention to a boy and a girl not far from her, who were now sharing a blue umbrella. Her eyes followed the two as they crossed the street. She sighed.

She clutched her chest, trying to cease the tears that almost escaped her eyes. She then looked up, finally realizing that the rain's now pouring heavily. She stood, walked slowly and listened intently to the pitter-patter. She's drenched, but didn't mind it. She looked up once again.

Dear Rosaline,

Was it really painful?

She ran.