The morning is dark and gloomy, Rosie couldn’t sleep at all. Her mind kept running back to the thought of Alex; how is he doing is the only question running through her mind. Ryan left for work not even paying a mind to her existence in the house. A part of her knows how wrong she is doing him, but she can’t help but think of Alex.
With her coffee cup in her hand she sits in front of the TV switching through channels, waiting to get some sort of update on his condition but there’s none. It’s getting really hard for her to not just run to the hospital and just for once see him, touch him, feel him and be there for him in this battle he is fighting with life and death.
Suddenly her phone rings, she quickly gets off the couch managing to spill coffee all over the carpet. Without giving it any care she runs inside the bedroom and grabs her phone and picks it up. “Hello!” She breathes heavily trying to calm down. “Hell
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