Rose's World

Prologue

Prologue

“Its hard to wait around for something you know might never happen; but its harder to give up when you know its everything you want.” – Unknown

Dedicated to @AmbiMouse, who is an incredible writer, student and friend.

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Rose; a flower, with bright coloured petals, that has a distinct, sweet scent.

Oops. Let's change that, shall we?

Rose; a 27 year old, with an addiction to coffee and reading, that has a distinct, pissed-off tone.

That sounds a bit more like me. All my life, I've been confused about my name. Rose Marie Underwood; it sounds like the name of some snobby rich girl. The reality couldn't be more different. I have the elegance of a table, and the same amount of money as the next person. When your career is running your openly gay brother's café-meets-book shop, you're not exactly rolling in money. I'm not complaining, though. I have enough money to keep my landlady at bay, and when your landlady is Mrs Weston, that's probably a good thing. She's a moody old bird, but she makes the nicest coffees. I'll give her that.

My life has always leant towards the 'slightly pathetic' side of life. I mean, I'm 27 and I'm still waiting for a miracle of sorts. Still holding out for Prince Charming to come save me from my agonizingly mundane life. Nothing ever happens to me. I get up, go to work, come home and then repeat. I don't even know what I'm waiting for - heck, I don't even know if there is anything to wait for. All I know is that it might just rescue me from boring city life. I live amongst buildings of grey, yet I long for colour. And this thing that I'm waiting for will give me that. Maybe.

But it's hard. I mean, how do you tell everyone who asks you why you're still working for your brother, who happens to be younger than you? It's not like I say, "Oh, you know, waiting for something to happen. Don't really know what that something is, or even if it's coming, but I know I want it." I don't think so. At least it's something. It's more than I've ever hoped for.

When I was a little girl, I used to stay on the sidelines and wait for my turn to stand in the spotlight. They say that good things come to those who wait. Well, let me tell you this; I better be getting a bloody fantastic moment in the spotlight, because I've been waiting for a long time. In fact, I'm still waiting. And unless something amazing happens soon, I might be waiting for a while.