She saw herself. Except it wasn't her. Rose lived in the most perfect world, where the grass was always green and no one broke the rules, especially the biggest one. No questions. No leaving. No snooping. No searching. No questions asked. Things were the way they were supposed to be, the calenders rand in 14 months w...
It's not the lack of interaction that gets to me, it's the looks, the looks of pity. Their faces reflect it as they gaze at you like you are some helpless, wounded deer that will soon die because you are an easy meal to an obviously healthier, stronger predator. I guess in my case that predator is cancer. >>A tale of...