Chapter Four

Rosaleen — Present Day, 25 years old.

There were a lot of things that Rosaleen liked to do that made her feel at peace and bring a smile to her face, without having any thoughts that would put her down and make her spiral through dark emotions. Reading was one of them; but riding the bus to nowhere while listening to instrumental music was another. If it happened to be a cloudy day or even a rainy one, it would make her heart flutter and for a moment she could almost trick her brain into thinking that life had more meaning to it than what she usually thought. So, this morning instead of taking her car to work, she decided to take the bus. Her phone in hand, she put on her headphones and pressed play. On her way to the bus stop, she liked looking around, watching people. It was in moments like this, with gentle music in her ears, taking in her surroundings, that she felt the most in synch with life. Somehow people seemed to be more interesting, even mesmerizing to her when they usually felt overwhelming. Rosaleen craved these moments of peaceful existing and watching from what felt as far away, especially after events that shook her up. Aiden coming back was definitely one of those, but her fight with Lucas the day prior was the last draw. Once in the bus she closed her eyes and tried to push the flashbacks of their fight away, sadly this time her music could not shield her from reality.

Rosaleen was on her bench next to the window reading while her phone would now and then light up with Lucas’ calls. Not noticing any of them, she kept reading, safe in her bubble. A bubble that burst by the hard knocks on her door. The sudden noise made her jump, glancing at the clock she frowned as she put the bookmark back and went to open the door.


Lucas snorted and pushed past her inside. She closed the door behind them and followed him to the living room.

“I’m surprised you even remember my name.” Rosaleen crossed her arms.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you ignoring me!”

He looked at her desk and took her phone, proceeding to show her the dozens of missed calls. Rosaleen sighed and repressed the urge to roll her eyes.

“I was reading, and it was on vibrate. Come on, Lucas!”

He shook his head.

“No. I mean this is one example, but it’s been this way for a month now! You just keep ignoring me and living in the past. You say that you are fine and content, but you’re just lying to yourself.” Anger rose in her at his words. “You know what you never said, though? You never said that you were happy, Rosie.”

She looked away.

“When we started dating, I thought, ‘God, I just want to make her happy, have her eyes lighten up when I make her smile.’ But I never made you really smile, did I? The only time I saw your real smile was while you were reading.”

He walked over to her and took her hands in his.

“Why can’t you just let go, Rosie?”

Rosaleen snorted, pulled hands out of his and looked him in the eyes.

“Let go? Do you really think that it’s that eas