RoseWe walk down the pavement, silence accompanying us. All I can think of right now is about Elia; slowly, things about him are being revealed. He was married and that's one of the things that I would never expect from him—who would? He's probably in his late twenties but I never knew someone like him would consider settling down.
RoseSighing, I take a look at my back through the mirror before slowly taking off the large cotton pad—realising that the scar won't fade. As I take a closer look, I somehow start to see myself as a warrior. For once in my life, I don't end up hating on scars that appear on my body.
RoseMy whole body shakes in fear of what I have in mind; fear of losing him. As I turn to look at the amount of people here who are also shocked at the sound, I start to risk my life and run back towards Elia. People are currently going towards the other direction so I push through them, wanting to arrive as soon as possible.
RoseMy eyes widen as soon as he pushes the man towards the side, punching his face. Everyone in the flight starts to turn around at the sight they see—their eyes widen in shock. The stewardess quickly run towards the cabin; getting help as I eye Elia.
RoseI am awaken by the sun shining brightly through my window—making me open my eyes slowly, smiling to myself as I stretch out my arms; before turning to see the familiar brown hair. My index finger immediately pokes on the side of his cheek, earning a low groan from him.
Rose''You're the one who's not waking up right now!'' I say as I try to pull up Emmet's heavy body. Trust me, it's all because of his muscles. He opens an eye before closing it again—earning a groan from me as I stand on the bed, trying as hard as I can to lift him up.
RoseLast night, when Emmet came home, I was already in bed—pretending to sleep because I wanted to avoid any conversations with him. It feels like I don't know him anymore; which is odd. His actions were the same and he didn't bother on checking his phone, anyways.
RoseEmmet sighs deeply, turning to look at anything but me before sitting down on the bed, letting me watch him being in his thoughts, ''Who is he?'' I ask, this time—my voice sounds like I've had enough.
RoseEmmet sighs deeply, turning to look at anything but me before sitting down on the bed, letting me watch him being in his thoughts, ''Who is he?'' I ask, this time—my voice sounds like I've had enough.
RoseI open my eyes to an empty spot right next to me—making me blink a few times and realise that I'm actually in bed, all by myself. As I sit up straight, I immediately look left to see myself in the mirror; hair in different directions, lips pale and chapped. I definitely look like a mess but I can hardly care.