Of all the versions of me I thought Rose would see, in that moment, it was clear, that the version of me that would stay forever in each of our minds, would be that of the spineless bastard who couldn't gather the courage to speak out and save his lover's life, or legacy.
Now, as I turn the events over in my head, I wonder if what we had, had been real love.
Love, as I had understood it, wouldn't have made me give up so easily on getting justice for Rose's death. Maybe I had never loved her, and she had never loved me. Not in the sense that it's spoken of or written about, anyway. My eyes focus on the cairn, as my train of thought comes to a screeching halt. Rose hasn't spoken to me since the last time I saw her, and maybe it's better that way.
Now it's time to go back and sleep. It's been a long day.
The sun is rising, and it's rough for us spirits out in the daylight. So I'll retire to my thoughts of Rose, and maybe tomorrow, she'll let me rest in peace next to her.
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Mortis et Amor em Rosa
Mystery / ThrillerLove can either push us to the greatest lengths to save someone, or paralyze us when there is a lack thereof. This is the story of my one great love, and how everything went horribly wrong. This is the story of Rose. May she rest in peace.
