Monochromatic - Chaelisa (CONVERTED)

Day 9.

"You didn't go last night." Mrs. Park spoke up as she opened the door to her daughter's room. The girl had spent the whole night in her room and even went so far as yelling angrily at Ella to leave her alone.

"It's not for me." Roseanne said simply as she typed away in her laptop.

"But you liked it." Mrs. Park told her.

"But it's not for me."

Mrs. Park sat down on the bed. "What happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"You know... you still have one more day."

"They don't want me there."

Mrs. Park shrugged. "That's the best reason to be there."

Roseanne sighed and closed her laptop. "I'm sure you're aware that I met someone at the circus."

"Yes, I am." Mrs. Park nodded.

"Well, I love her. But it's not enough to make her stay." Roseanne told her, pursing her lips.

Roseanne started to wonder if anything in life was within someone's grasp. Or was everything just like magic was? It was there, but there wasn't a proper explanation for it. Because the fact of the matter was, you can't explain the things you want.

Lisa was there, but she couldn't have her. Not in the way Roseanne wanted to. Not in the way she could ever want.

Lisa was like a cloud, Roseanne thought. You could come up with a million theories of what the shape could be but you'd never fully know. It would always be a mystery.

Roseanne thought she was the mystery but turned out to be that all along it was Lisa.

Mrs. Park smiled softly at Roseanne. "You wanna know the thing about love?"

"No, but I assume you're going to tell me." Roseanne told her.

Mrs. Park chuckled. "When it's real, it's a hurricane. And you know what hurricanes do? It's strong and violent and without caution. A hurricane knows no boundaries. It simply comes in and messes everything up and that's exactly what love does. It's passionate and unexpected and often times heartbreaking. But if it's true... like a hurricane, the mess will end and things will be okay." She explained to her daughter.

Roseanne shook her head. "I appreciate your analogy mom, but I also would like to point out that hurricanes also leave permanent damage. It was there. And scars will remain and so will trauma. That's love too. And that's the love I don't want to experience."

"You're going to experience it whether you like it or not. You fell in love... regardless how this ends... you'll always have the scar in your heart that you fell in love. But shouldn't that scar heal well? I think you owe it to yourself and that girl." Mrs Park smiled softly.

Roseanne sighed. "Well even if I wanted to heal my scar... she doesn't want me around. She ended it."

"But you didn't."

"I can't fight for something the other person doesn't want."

"I'm not telling you to fight for them, Roseanne, I'm telling you to fight for you." Mrs. Park told her. "You let people walk all over you back then. People took advantage of you and hurt you. Don't let it happen again. Fight for your feelings, they're real and they're yours. Fight for what's yours."

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Roseanne walked inside the familiar tent after having paid for her ticket. She looked around, trying to find an empty seat. The place was packed, since the circus was leaving the next day.