A Beautiful Rose

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June was finally released from the hospital but was told she had to attend therapy for at least 6 weeks. She quietly agreed and headed home.

When she made it through her door she was greeted by many, Many bright, baby blue balloons leading into the living area. Here, there was billions of balloons placed meticulously all over the room. In the middle of the room, on the coffee table, there was a beautiful rose, placed ever so delicately atop an envelope.

June couldn't believe her eyes. Who could have done this? Before she could even step foot into the room, she fell to her knees and began to cry. When she finally collected herself enough, she moved over to the coffee table. I don't wanna move it. It looks so fragile. June lightly placed her fingers on the small stem of the rose and brought it up to her nose. It smells so perfect! As she laid it to the side she picked up the envelope. She carefully unfolded the top and slid the letter out.

"Dear June,
I'm sorry if it seems like I was invading your personal space. I know we haven't known each other long but I was getting to worried about you. You've seemed to be kind of distant sense the last time we met. I've been trying to contact you but I didn't know how to. As I was heading back to my dorm I thought I would pass by your place and see if something was wrong. I seen that your door was open so I went inside to make sure you was ok. I hope your feeling better today! I know it's only been a few weeks sense we first met but I'm here for you, if you wanna talk or anything!
Your Friend,
Seán Mcloughlin"

June felt the heat rise behind her eyes. Happy, little tears began to flow once again. Why does he care so much?

June takes the rose and puts it in a small glass of water then she makes her way to bed. Leaving the beauty of Seán's endearment to lay as he left it.

The next evening, Seán came over to June's place to make sure she was still doing good.

Knock knock as soon as June answers the door, she sees Seán standing there with a large grin.

"Hey! How are you feeling today?"

"Better then yesterday,." She said dejectedly, looking down at her bandaged arm. "Did you do all this??" June says as she references the beautiful array of happiness. A small smile and the warmth came back to her.

"Yea, sorry if it feels like to much. I figured you probably needed some cheering up though." He said confidently.

That's when she remembered that night. She realized he had seen her curled on the floor, blood dripping down her broken skin, face white, and cheeks wet with tears. He seen her in her worse state of mind. A place she knew no one would ever love her for, after seeing. Yet here he was. Pretending he never seen a thing.

Her hand went to her head as she began to get dizzy. Seán noticed immediately and grabbed ahold of her arm to set her on the couch, only to let her go again to give her space. He knew what this was and he knew how to handle it. He had began to do some research after his last interaction with her. Even though anxiety comes in many different ways, he knew what he had to do to make sure she was as comfortable as possible.

He noticed her chest wasn't moving. "You have to breath, June. Watch me." He then proceeded to follow simple breathing exercises. "Now, are you ok with being touched?" She shook her head no and continued to breath.

"Only" breath. She couldn't breath so instead she tapped on her arm, hoping he would understand her. She struggled to reclaim her heart beat. Sean took to his knees beside her on the floor. He slowly put his hand under her bicep and just held her while making sure she kept breathing.

"Is this better?" He asked as he heard her rapid breathing start to slow down.

"Yes." She said breathlessly. "I'm-I'm so sorry,."

"Don't apologize, June. You are a beautiful rose! The greatest things are always the most delicate."

June soon fell asleep. The weight of the anxiety falling hard onto her. As for Seán, he stayed a little longer. Continuing to make sure she was breathing until late into the night.

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