ROSE

55. Arrival

A N T H O N Y
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"Your room will be the one right after mine." I told him as I walked closer to the room to let down his suitcases that I was holding.

"Great, I can annoy you whenever I want then." He told me. I giggled and walked in. I let the suitcases down and turned to look at him.

"Listen, I gave you a room with a bathroom. Be grateful. I gave you a small phone, right on this nightstand. If you need anything call me."

"Thank you." He nodded at me.

"Welcome home, dad."

Finally, it was the day of my father's arrival. It scared me more than it made me happy but I knew that I was strong enough to take care of him and be there when he needs any support. He decided to sleep a little inside and I decided to just spend a little time outside, watching television but I found myself going on my phone and looking at Rose's pictures that were on my phone. I caught myself smiling as I remembered every picture and when it was taken and what happened for it to be taken. But then I remembered that we don't talk anymore. She's not mine anymore.

"You miss her?"

I startled and the phone in my hand met the floor.

"Dad, you scared me." I sighed, putting my hand on my heart.

"Didn't mean to. Sorry." He said, turning around the couch and took a seat next to me. "Why did you let her go, if you love her so much."

I didn't tell my father anything about her and I not talking anymore and I wasn't really open to tell him because I felt like he will tell me to go talk to her again, and I don't want to bother her anymore.

"I didn't let her go." I started, grabbing my phone again and started at her picture, she was smiling, her hair laid on her two shoulders, her eyes were half closed. She looked happy. "She let me go."

"Why?"

I wonder if he makes her happy like she was in this picture. Is she happy with him or is she just with him because she wants to move on from me. I wonder if he caress her cheeks and makes her blush like I used to. Our relationship developed in a very short amount of time but she became someone that is so important to me that I can't just forget in one night.

"Because she's with someone else." I mumbled. I held myself hardly from tearing apart. I could have never thought that someone could break me like that. I cleared my throat and got up. "I need some rest. If you need anything just wake me up." I took my phone and walked to my room.

I laid in bed and closed my eyes. To be able to fall asleep, I imagined her laying next to me. I hugged the pillow closer to me and sighed. I took a deep breathe, pretending that I can hear her perfume. I imagined her laying right there in front of my eyes. Her hair laying on each of her sides, her eyes closed, her mouth lightly opened, letting out light soundless breathing. I smiled as I felt my right cheek getting wet little by little.

I wasn't ready to let go of her. I never thought I would let her go anyways. The pain in my chest was growing without her presence around me. The room was silent but I could hear her voice, I could hear her laugh that used to bring happiness to me. I could hear her calling me but I knew that all this were just things I made up in my head to be able to sleep.

When I woke up, it was 05:00 AM. I tried to sleep again but I couldn't. I got up and walked to the kitchen softly to get myself a cup of water. I drank it, placed it in the sink then went to sit down on the couch. I saw the magazines that were placed on the table in front of me. It was the Jones, where Rose writes her articles. I grabbed the first one and started to read it for the first time.