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Rose could not think of moment where her mother was not by her side. When she first learned to ride a bike, her mother was there behind her, her smile wide and contagious. When she first learned to spell her name, her mother was right behind her, a proud look in her eyes.
And here she was, waiting in the hospital, waiting for any news of her mother, because when her mother needed her the most, she would be right there, helping her through it all, just like how her mother had done to her. She would stand by her side through hell and back, and she hoped her mother knew that.
Minutes turned into hours, and hours turned into almost a day. But, there was no news.
Finally, finally, the doctor came out, she looked up, expecting to see a look of relief on his face, but all she saw was a sad smile. The way he shook his head, the guilt heavy on his shoulders as he knew that he could not save this woman from the grasps of death. It was then, that Rose started crying. She stood still, tears running down her cheeks, as if they were eager to run away from her, a soul of sadness. And she thought back to her mother, the way her mother smiled, a smile that rose from her cheeks to her eyes, and the happy look on her face whenever she came home late at night, but saw that her dear daughter was ok. Whenever she smiled, wrinkle lines would show, the bags under her eyes prominent even as she tried covering them up. And how her mother would always be so cheerful, even if they were behind on bills, or the rent, or anything bad.
Her mother would always be there for her
And in that moment, she finally felt true sorrow. The kind she thought that was only real in movies. The type of sorrow that would take you on a roller coaster of up's and down's, with it's burning touch that'll lure you in and push you right back out. Rose had never encountered this terrible creature, and it was a time too soon in which Rose fell victim to Sorrow. She let the feeling flow through herself, from her thin shoulders, racking with sobs, down to her burning heart, an endless fire that couldn't be put out, no matter what. Rose couldn't move, she was stuck in place, stuck in misery forever, Soon, she felt herself being ushered out by a nurse. She cried into the nurse's arm, catching sight of a tag that said "Wesley".
And when the doors opened and the cold wind hit her face, that was when Rose knew she was not in hell, but rather, hell was the reality around her.
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Rose walked around the Park, looking at the beautiful leaves falling, a chorus of reds, oranges, and yellows. She stopped to admire the beautiful flowers that once bloomed in Spring, slowly wilting away, leaving nothing behind except an empty shell of what it was. And the Sun, it's bright yellow personality slowly dripping, weaving with the sky, into a melody of oranges and blues. And Rose admired, and admired the scenery around her, drinking in every last detail. Flashbacks of her and her mother running around, their giggles loud and exciting, now, just a whisper of what once was. She slowly lowered herself onto the ground, to lay on the rough walkway of the Park. Her eyes drifted to the sky, a canvas of paint that God himself created. It was then, that tears started leaking out of her eyes, and she yelled to the skies, taking out all her anger on the gods. She yelled and yelled, until her throat was coarse and there was no music coming out of her mouth.
And Rose continued crying. She cried, and cried, and cried.
She cried for the sky.
She cried for the trees.
And she cried for herself, the tears coming back, endlessly.
