honeymoon inn

prologue

time had walked on all fours and followed rose where ever she went. growling when her time was close to being wasted on petty liars or waiting too long for coffee. shaking with pleasure when her hours were placed in the hands of productivity and she didn't regret.

her mother however spent her days in an office and was never really seen in the light of day. rose had so much time it wouldn't answer to precious because she wasn't running out of it. as for her father, time was ripped from his gritty palms and thrown in a ditch, forever deemed to never feel a patch of love ever again.

rose tried not to let the memory of her father creep into her ear as she slept. holding her hands in his as he layed on the hospital bed, and poison her dreams of sweet bodies and sour summers. she coughs when she gets nervous.

but other than those depressing thoughts of how she's close to forgetting what her mother looks like and her father leaving too early than she would've liked, autumn had made its way through the fragile branches and sent chills down her spine.

rose was out of high school and stared college next spring so now she could go anywhere and wear anything and say everything she's ever wanted. and even though eighteen still had its restrictions, there are more perks to the age that rose forgot she couldn't have her first taste of liquor for another three years.

and that didn't upset her at all because the wine she drank at church when she was younger kept it's bitter linger down her throat.