PRESENT
He sat there looking around the small apartment noticing the green paint was starting to peel off the walls.
“Here you go” the old man mumbled handing the dirty blonde the box
“Thanks”
“She was definitely a beauty you know” the man uttered with a smile
“Yes she was” the dirty blonde muttered at the image of the blonde girl ran through his mind
“Rose, Rose to bad she didn't live a full life”
“What do you mean?”
“Oh Rosaline she died when she was only thirty two she fell ill doctors couldn't help her” the man's voice echoed the room
The dirty blondes eyes watered a little.
“How did you know her?”
“Oh Rose she would always be walking down the street going to the market when I was little Rose she definitely had every guys attenion to bad she rejected every one of them”
“I was hoping someone would come and claim her things they have been here for years” he continued
“Where is Rose grave?” the man questioned
“Here in New York just down the street you should be able to find hers” he paused
“There were a lot of letters in there to some guy named Steve I never read them but whoever the man was he must have been a lucky guy having so many written to him to bad the bastard never wrote back”
His blue eyes widen looking down at the box before looking at the old man who was sitting down.
“Yeah but thank you sir by the way” he mumbled
“No problem” the man uttered
As the dirty blonde left the old man's apartment his breathing quick in as he felt the warm tears run down his face.
