nine weeks in.
tyler looked curiously over to the woman as she walked inside the store, smiling brightly to rose.
"her name's felicity" rose whispered as she smiled back to the woman who's fingers were laced in a young girl's, maybe six or seven years old "her love died for her, a long time ago. she found out she was pregnant a short while after. she told me that she felt herself be revived when she met his eyes in her daughter's. she'd died, too, the day she last saw his"
"imagine that" tyler whispered, staring at the woman as she spoke with her daughter.
"imagine what?"
"falling in love"
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Short Storyhis world had always been rose, and it always would be. * dedicated to @chalkNcheese- and @wifidoesnotsleep for their incredible support. second in the spectrum trilogy
