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ROSE

What more does he want From her even after watching him leave that need to know burning deep in her soul the only sensible thing she could feel deep in the depth of her Soul in those splits seconds was to leave for a drink, she needed one badly so she went out ignoring her friends call as she zoomed off.

Rose — this woman, heaved heavily with her back against the wall thinking about the past and what might have happened if things didn't go south between them, could there had been any good in him, her guess was that she might never get to know, as that was what it was at the moment all in the past.

As the wind drifted past her frost self with the thing moving the car I motioned her hands, she couldn't help but drift with it into the wind.

The feel of his hands in her hair, his cooing voice in her ears when he was ast his best, when he made love to her in a way only he could, that she was the only memory she had of him being just— Those moment that caused waves of passion t