RED ROSE

secrets always follow

         "Rosie?" a voice says, wait no one has called me that in years. OMG its... no...it cant be.

I lead my eyes toward the familiar sound, I'm totally seeing things now. A tall man stands before me with wonderous eyes, but no it cant be him...must be a coincidence. Obviously the familiar voice belongs to a look-alike of someone I used to know. Instead of asking him who he was, not that I care, I turn back around and continue eyeing daggers into this tree's head. I have had too much today and I am too tired for conversation, I will escape after a nap. But I manage to kick this trees legs before he grabs my shirt in his fist and pulls my face toward his, he growls and I stick my tongue out at him. That's when I realize that I'm in different clothes, they changed me! my face turns to disgust and I reach my hand up to gouge his eyes out.

     "Rosie Marie Vermillion?" I stop my hand and slowly turn around, no one has ever called me that... except for...

"namjoon?" 

"Rosie... its really you" he laughs and runs toward me, greeting me with a hug. I still don't move, he lets go.

"why are you crying?" he asks, am I crying? I touch my cheek, its warm. well who wouldn't be crying when their child hood bestfriend and secret crush that you were told was dead is standing before you, definitely  alive. Namjoon was the son of one of my parents friends, when they talked business downstairs we would hang out in my room, I would show him everything I had so I could impress him. His parents knew that my family kept me hostage so they spent most of their time trying to get me out of the house, one day when I turned 15 my parents actually let me go out with them for a day. I also may have spiked their drinks so they would say yes, I hopped in their car and pointed in the direction of the nearest mall.

"get me out of these clothes" I said, they laughed and nodded. I bought whatever namjoon said was cute, after all... he was my future husband ;) They knew that I didn't have a phone and probably never would so they bought me one, and some mature books as well. After the shopping we went out for dinner, we went to Mia Juans. I ordered a burrito and some tortilla chips to share with namjoon, it was so romantic. Until I spilled some soda on my shirt, I laughed in embarrassment. I walked to the nearest restroom and just decided to change into my new clothes that namjoon picked out, it looked simple but I loved it. I walked out feeling like a whole new person, Smiling to myself I was not paying attention so I ran into namjoon.

"Oh there you are Rosie, I was looking for you" he said, he.. was looking for me? He does love me. I couldn't stop giggling and I knew I was blushing up a storm. Is this love? or is this love?

"are you okay? we can go home if you need to, are you hurt?" his eyes skimmed through my body trying to find a wound or something on my body, when his eyes found mine I could just fall into his dark pits of what looked like stars. I would never leave the paradise-like orbs that belong to namjoon, I probably would never have moved from that cage that he set out for me if he hadn't suggested they take me home.

"what? n-no I'm fine" He nodded and started his journey back to our table.

"wait" I said, why wasn't I moving? was it because I never wanted to leave namjoon? or because I knew that eventually I would have to go back to my parents and when they find out I spiked their drinks, I might never see namjoon or his kind parents ever again? probably the second one. I might as well make some memories.

"lets take a selca" I say, hiding my true feelings about namjoon and about going back to my house, We take that photo. His parents drive me home, my father was waiting on our porch when we pulled into the driveway. Namjoons parents offered to clean things up with them but I kindly declined their saving, I have taken up to much of their lives anyways. I could see namjoons father hesitate but his wife convinced him to stay in the car, Namjoon rolled his window down and I could see tears form under his eyes, I mouthed thank you to them and waved namjoon goodbye. That was the last I ever saw of namjoon and his family because a few  weeks later, My parents called me down stairs to eat dinner.

"Rosalina... I hate to tell you this but namjoon and his parents got in a car accident and they all didnt make it, I'm sorry. Now finish your food and go to bed" my father told me, with not even the slightest emotions.

"But slowly chew because we don't want you to choke now do we?" my mother added and linked her skinny arms around my fathers. Not only did I lose my best friend and my crush, but I also lost my ticket out of this prison. I guess this was my destiny, not Namjoon.

       A/N: weeeeellllllll that was depressing, but it will get better trust me... I'm the author hehe. Anyways I would love to hear your suggestions for plots, and I would love to answer your questions so please don't be a silent reader. Also have you guys heard TXT's debut album like omg big hit you throwing miracles at me like I can handle it but no, I'm sure we can all agree that we are overwhelmed of hot Korean men but will it ever stop? no. Do we even want it to stop? .............No. Oh right and 1007 words...yayyyyyy