The Story of Us

Copyright © 2016 by Brianna Watson

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Dedication

My passion is reading. Reading is a huge part of my life. I've read so many authors since I was just a young girl. I have many favorite authors that inspire me to write everyday. Eventually, I've moved from reading picture books to novels, and I'm able to enjoy a wide selection of fiction books.

Thank you to the nicest guy I've ever met from a role playing site. For the shortest time, you made me feel truly beautiful and not stuck in my depressed mind where I feel like every guy that I come across is only after me for specific parts of me. However, it is also my fault that I made you run from my mild bipolar disorder... So, this is my apology, too.

I love you with all my heart. I'm sorry that I couldn't keep you for as long as I wanted. I really hope you're happy because you deserve it after everything I put you through. I'm truly sorry.

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Rosalie Watson was only a young woman when she had her first true romance. All her others started on Facebook, a website to make new friends. Those relationships messed her up in the head. She became less trusting of men around her age or younger. She hasn't always trusted her family, and she had always loved children. She wants to be a mother so much, and she wouldn't want her children near her family. Younger boys seem to be more honest and less deceitful than older boys and men, then again, immaturity seems to prevail throughout most of the male population these days.

She was depressed and suicidal. Her parents pretended like nothing was wrong at all. She tried to be a good daughter, but it was hard since she was the youngest of three children. Whenever her brothers made a mistake, they tried to force her not to make the same mistake.

Before she ran away, she finally broke down and cut her wrists to the point where it was just scars.

Over time, they had healed. It was like there wasn't a scratch on her skin. She had used knives to cut herself.

She had found the most amazing guy on a roleplaying site. He made her happy and smile. He spent time with her and didn't want anything but her devotion.

After a week, they decided to meet up on their first date. They saw a movie and had dinner together. Then he took her home. For the past few weeks, it was heaven.

But, she made a mistake. That mistake was her suggesting to be in an open relationship with him and another man. She didn't love the other guy, Brad, because she felt pity for him. She talked to her boyfriend of three weeks if it was possible.

He didn't say no. Instead, he broke her heart. It was her own fault, really. She didn't know that the last girl he was with preferred to be with another man than him when they were in an open relationship.

She retailated and they didn't speak for three whole weeks. Because she didn't want to be his friend.

During those three weeks, he moved on to another woman. A yandere-type girl. And she makes him really happy. She understands him better than Rosalie ever could.

Rosalie had dumped her boyfriend, Brad, in hopes that Eric would take her back. It was then that she realized it was too late for them.

He was happily in love with another and she was desparate and alone.

Sure, she had a little miniature pincher and chihuahua mix puppy of six months old. It just wasn't enough.

On November 14th, 2017 at 1:54 am, she had slit her wrists in the bathtub. Leaving him a note saying how deeply sorry that she was for losing him. And that she could love no other, but him.

He will forever have the key to her heart.

She was a bad person. People said she was kind, caring and so joyful. Underneath, she was depressed, bitter and alone. She clung to something that could never happen ever again.