it was on February 10th when Rosemary confessed the title of our friendship. the air was thin and cold and that day we determined doing something besides watching countless movies, we were outside, roaming the hallways of the mall. the aroma of every individual was satisfied by the gifts of one another, Valentine's Day was coming.
and now if you know Rosie like I do that day will not pass as a normal one. it was the same time she confirmed us that she told me. but I intentionally figured myself. we walked in silence just the murmurs of people with robotic features emotionally. yet, again, leaving her in complete inaudible words lead to her questions.
but I adore them.
from the fidgeting of her fingers and the crinkles of her eyes and she thought hard. "I despise them all." it was sudden and confusing, her statement, she sensed it too when she continued quickly.
"I can't stand everyone, they are so happy. I'm tired and fucking stressed out and they are disgustingly okay with everything." I smiled as she took her hands and pulling on the two bits of hair to tighten her ponytail.
"I agree but don't you always hate happy people?" Rosemary had a smirk paint across her lips and then shoved me lightly I always loved when she did that. her tiny hands holding onto me.
"see this is why I can't stand you, because you're sarcastic but that's also why we are friends."
the butterflies were coming back with the chills that spiraling from my spine. "so we're friends?" I was stupid enough to ask again, but I couldn't help but to desire to hear it once more.
"of course we are dickhead, why would I spend every hour of the day with you if I didn't want to be your friend?" I shrugged my shoulders my teeth tugging on my lip.
"well you don't like labels and so I just assumed that we weren't." I recall her legs stopping and pulling me aside to the corner with old couches probably contained with billions of diseases.
"listen here Michael," she sighed and I stood with a straight face staring down at the girl with adventurous eyes. "I may not like titles, or people for that matter but I do remember basically telling you, you're my soulmate. and your heart was racing." her mouth was forming into a simper and she was now gaping down into nothing imaging. "if I can tell you that then we are automatically close. I despise so many things but you're not entirely one of them."
"entirely?" I questioned and she chuckled unamused this time.
"you're my friend but that doesn't mean I don't hate you, you're utterly annoying." I grinned, there's my Rosemary.
yet the day continued, she explained to me her hatred for the holiday of love but admitted the soft spot for those bears that were bigger then her - but everything was larger than Rosemary - and candy hearts. Which are extremely addictive for my desires.
it was late when we got home and I spent the night at her house, stuck with the scent of vanilla and roses because of her hair. she laid there, her head resting and her eyes closed. a soft snore and fingers clutched onto my chest. I always tended to watch her carefully when her words slurred and her muscles eased down. because she was so beautiful yet so unaware.
then it was 3 am the mumbles of cry and pushing urging me to open my eyes. the once peaceful body of art was withering with fear and I didn't know what to do but wake her up afraid of the outcome. she stared at me for moments and for once I couldn't read her eyes, instead they were dark and hypnotizing with lust. "get out." she murmured.
"Rosemary what? It's okay you just had a nightmare I'm here no-"
"I said get out Michael and don't fucking call me that!" she screamed and that somehow made my fingers scratch my skin with discomfort as I left the room debating if I should actually go. Rosie only said to get out.
