There’s a void surrounding the entire apartment, Ryan is still sitting on the couch with all the lights still off. He has been waiting for Rosie to come back home, it’s been like for a few days. Whenever he comes back home he finds an empty apartment. At times the insecurities creep in, all the thoughts of her not even caring for her, did she ever care for him or was all he was to her was a quick stop before she made up her mind. He knows he is nothing compared to Alex, he has it all but he loved her Alex did not, he never will. The rattling of the door pulls him out of his thoughts and looks at the direction of the door and sees Rosie enter. She looks exhausted, her face looks dull and she had a bruised right cheek. Ryan slowly stands up and walks to her and stops her before she could enter the bedroom.
“Welcome home.” He pulls her to his chest and holds her in his embrace but she doesn’t hold her back, she just stands there like a dead person. “Rosie, this is not love.” He