An Unspoken Thing

10

We get back to his house later that night and I flop onto the couch exhausted.

"Tonight was a lot of fun. Thank you." I say as he hangs up our coats.

"Thank you for coming with me." He says and I smile

"It was my pleasure." I whisper and he nods.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted. Tonight was great but wore me out." I say and he laughs.

"Me too. Goodnight Rosalie."

"Night Peter." I say then he turns and leaves. I stand up and slide my sweater off.

"Hey, Rosa-

I slowly turn to face him.

"I'm sorry I-

He can't even get a full sentence out.

"I know, it's fine. What's up?" I ask pulling my sweater back on.

"You had bruises." He says and I sigh

"Is that what you came in here to tell me?"

"What? No, oh, I was just coming to see if you needed anything?"

"Na, I'm good. Thank you." I say and he nods.

"No problem." He says then goes to turn away but pauses.

"Rosalie?"

"Yes?" I ask

"I hope at some point, you'll be able to talk to me about whatever happened in your past." He says looking over at me then leaving. I rub my face then pull off my sweater and pants and change into a long sleeved shirt and PJ pants. I sit down and look over at the TV and turn it on. I scroll through all the channels and shut it off finding nothing. With a groan I lay back on the couch and stare up at the ceiling.

A thought comes to mind and I sit up and walk over to the boxes. I squat and look through them until I find the memories box. I open it and push the single photos away and grab out the big photo books. Once they're all out I smile seeing a bunch of cards beneath. I put the photo books back in and pick up the entire box and walk it over to the couch.

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I laugh gently reading the cards from all of my old friends and family. Happy tears land salty on my lips and I smile continuing to read. God, I remember how it used to be. I laugh at the pictures of my sister and I looking like total idiots. I miss her so much. I grab my phone and pull up her contact information. I put the box aside and quietly walk out the back door and shut it behind me. Taking a seat on the swing I hit call and hold the phone to my ear.

Three rings later she answers.

"Hello?"

"Hey Angie." I whisper

"Rosalie?" She asks

"Yes, it's me."

"Oh my gosh, it's been what, eight months about?"

"I know, I've been a terrible big sister. I'm so sorry." I say

"No, no. I get it. I miss you and I was mad at one point at you, but I get it. You needed to get away."

"I did, I really did." I say feeling the tears.

"Awe Rosie, are you crying?"

"No." I sob out

"Don't lie to me! What's wrong babe?"

"I just missed hearing your voice is all." I say wiping my nose.