30

Unsaid Goodbye

Anthony stood in the doorframe of Rosie's room.

He glanced around the mostly empty room. It felt unfamiliar, unrecognizable.

The bare walls that lacked her artwork, the empty desk that was rid of all of her art supplies. He stared at the book-shelf that was missing most of Rosie's book. Everything that had once made this room Rosie's, was all gone.

Anthony's eyes narrowed when he saw something lying on her desk.

Cautiously, almost afraid, he walked to her desk.

He grabbed the wrinkled piece of paper that had been sitting on Rosie's desk since she had placed it there days before she had left for Paris.

It was the sketch of Anthony that she had finally drawn eyes onto.

Anthony's heart clenched, unsure of what to think. What did this mean?

"She stood right there, in that exact spot, holding the paper just like that and staring at it." Tamara leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed over her chest.

Anthony swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat, clenchin