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𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐞

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6:36am

Rose reached down to hold Richards hand, only for him to move it away to light up a cigarette. She stood there awkwardly and rubbed the side of her neck to replace her embarrassment of being rejected so harshly. Her heart sat uncomfortably on the pit of her stomach, sniffling lightly— she turned and stared at the ocean. The tide pulled itself at the moons command, she was about to open her mouth to say something but Richard interrupted. "I'm going to go, I'll see you around baby." She at least expected a hug, but he turned away after flicking his cigarette butt away and proceeded to walk away. His footsteps got louder as he walked away, "did I do something wrong?" She asked herself under her breath, standing there awkwardly feeling insecure. She watched him slowly fade out of sight, once again sighing heavily. Rose seriously had to talk to him about where they stood— she didn't know if they were serious or if it was casual.

Turning away from his fading silhouette, she turned to the ocean and began to walk along the shore while covering her eyes from the suns rays. They beamed brightly at her, the cold morning air felt more comforting and inviting than his embrace. Without thinking, she began to pull her clothes off and ran directly into the freezing cold water. Maybe it could help replace this numb feeling, her body visibly tensed and her jaw clenched. In silence, she dove under. Her body shrieked at the sudden blast of cold water enveloping it. Swimming under, she opened her eyes and was met by the endless shades of blue. Closing them, she enjoyed the silence for a few mere seconds before resurfacing. Rose let out a loud gasp and exhaled, catching her breath while fighting against the waves that showed her no mercy. Her body was dragged against a few jagged rocks and she was pushed out against the sand. Shivering, she stood up with a few coughs and walked toward her things. The side of her thigh was scraped up and bleeding, the blood trailed down her leg. Shuddering, she pulled her clothes back on as fast as she could and hid under the dry fabric.

Checking her watch, she decided that visiting the tide pools would be interesting and keep her busy from her ongoing thoughts that had her mind running in circles—especially after her dumb impulse jump into the cold water . Rose spent the rest of the morning poking her head into the holes carved by years of erosion. By the end of it, she had collected a few pieces of dead coral, shells— and small cute rocks. She placed them neatly in a ziplock baggie and stuffed them in her backpack. Making her way back to the street away from the ocean, she cleaned her feet from the layer of sand that had kissed onto her flesh and pulled on her shoes. Quietly, she made her way back to the condo and looked back at the sun before looking away and hiding from it underneath the shadows of the large buildings.

Rose eventually made it back and opened the door lightly, there were sounds of a female giggling. Her shoulders tensed instantly, ignoring the sounds— she made a quick turn into her room and shut the door. Peeling her clothes off, she kicked them to the side and wrapped a towel around her, grabbing her phone she blasted the first song that came into sight and started her shower water. She smelt of salt and sadness. A few minutes passed by after her shower and she began changing to head out once again. She wanted to ignore the sounds coming from the room down the hall, Richards room. Rose sighed while getting ready and stared back at the mirror, "you look so goddamn miserable, why are you still here?" She asked out loud, standing up she admired herself.
The girl wore a simple dress that touched above her thighs with a knitted cardigan and her doc martens.

Grabbing her keys and backpack, she opened the door and peaked her head out. It was silent once again. A sudden loud grunt caused her to grip her keys, stomping down the hall— she barged into the room with a frown: but her features instantly softened to fear, she swallowed hard. Richard turned to look at her with his dead eyes, "did you need me for something?" Rose shook her head, "I heard noises— I thought something was up." She hid the fact that she was jealous and stared down at the corpse lying on the bed face down. Bringing a cigarette up to her lips, she offered him one and placed it in his lips.

Leaning toward him after lighting her own, she pressed the tip of hers toward his and stared at him while they exchanged a flame. Puffing a cloud of smoke lightly, he stared her down. "Where are you off to little girl?" Rose moved back, "Just going for another walk, might go grab lunch..want to come with?" She leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss on his blood stained forehead. "I'll pass, I have to clean this—wouldn't want to keep you waiting." She nodded understandably and glanced to her feet, "can I ask you something?" Her eyes trailed into the details of the blood splatters on the ground, Richards eyes were glued on her, he shrugged. "What are we?" Rose bit her tongue and waited in silence for him to reply. Who knew silence could be so loud, she could hear her heart beating in her ears. Richard cleared his throat, "nothing." The nonchalant tone of the word leaving his mouth made Rose nod, but on the inside she felt her lungs tangling. It became difficult to breathe.

"Glad we're on the same page then, I'll see you later." She wiped a smear of blood from the corner of his mouth and licked it off her thumb. She played it off cool, but she was crumbling on the inside.

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Hello my loves, here with an update on my situation. I'm in San Diego with my family, my grandpa is still in the hospital, he has been in a coma-like state for days now..but he's out of danger and being monitored closely in ICU. My bruises from the accident are finally fading and I'm doing okay. Thank you so much for being the best readers in the world <3 much love,

Kira.